WAX DONT NEED

You can catch me on a playgroung swing Back and forth smilin doing my thing Passersby often colour me dumb But I don t care, man I m comfortably numb They lookin at me real stangely But treir perceptions don t change me I bet if I jumped at the right trajectory I d fly right over them and land in a special seat On the crest of the moon with a fishing pole Cast into Earth in some distant hole Pull up a catfish I wouldn t gut it I would play with it, and love it I m sorry for the hole that spenned your lip A