If you comb the air clea Leave it as it was found Have your dinner in a brown paper bag to take home If we had the symptoms If our sores were all black we'll be writing a book We'd be covering that We'll be handing out numbers We'll be looking for you We've been trying to find out what it is that you do with a fluffy pillow over my mouth and my nose We are under your thumb We are slaves on a boat burning blood in the fire that is keeping you warm We are under the table We are yelling the truth We are singing in silence We are dancing for you We're quite frankly embarrassed We're shocked and we're scared but we won't go down silent yes We will wake you up with a fluffy pillow over your mouth and your nose These hands are for work out of love Everything else seems to be way too hard Do we know when it is the time to say stop and to walk home smiling