Special Snowflakes - Pile

Mornings come with birds and kids

Talking to themselves for some reason

And wrists can vibrate at a comfortable rate

To get you to sleep or keep you from it

He wears that hole in his shoe with real grace

And if he wears it right he

Just might have a leg up on everyone

Bet it’d feel so good

They’d all watch him tie those gold laces

And they become things that he can’t stop tying

Becoming grateful and bitter for his brand new handicap and

Holding the ropes that he’d been thrust upon

Can’t get his hands off his feet to enjoy the walk

Now it’s tough to tell if ever he was real

Just knows the crunch of his new boots crushes special snowflakes

Choke the evil out

Smoke the evil out

Stroke the evil out

Choke the evil out

It’s satisfied

By removing chunks of dead skin

It turns it on the same way

Mmm mmm mmm

Couldn’t keep a straight face staring at it

It satisfies

It turns me on

With that mirror you forced yourself to stare

And you stink of the holiness they soaked you in

It ends up driving you bored and drinking you numb

So special for a minute though

He wears that hole in his shoe with the same face

And if he wears it right he

Just might have to keep that leg up on everyone

It feels so good

They’d all watch him tie those gold laces

And they become things that he can’t stop tying

Gracefully bitter for that old handicap and

Gripping the ropes that he holds himself on

Feet paraded on high as his hands take the walk

Tough to tell if ever he was real

Just knows the crunch of those old boots keeps him a special snowflake