The Best Of Jill Hives

Paid up, weathered, and type-O
 Clad in gladstone, watch him go
 Swimming 'neath the microscope
 Hello lonely, bless the nation
 Mister skip to all or none
 Wooden soldiers fall upon
 Try to find what makes her tick
 While they're finding out what makes them sick
 I don't know where you find your nerve
 I don't know how you choose your words
 Speak the ones that suit you worst
 Keep you grounded, sad, and cursed
 Circle the ones that come alive
 Save them for the best of Jill Hives
 Been around and left you flat
 Tragically decided that
 Every child of God's a brat
 And she's dying to escape them
 But do we really need to see
 All her punchdrunk history?
 And which of it might hold the key
 For the exit to her destiny?
 I don't know where you get your nerve
 I don't know how you choose your words
 Speak the ones that suit you worst
 Keep you grounded, sad, and cursed
 Circle the ones that come alive
 Save them for the best of Jill Hives
 I don't know where you find your nerve
 I don't know how you choose your words
 Speak the ones that suit you worst
 Keep you grounded, sad, and cursed
 Circle the ones that come alive
 Save them for the best of Jill Hives
 Number one in all our souls
 Trifle in a crystal bowl
 Fill it up with nine to five
 Save them for the best of Jill Hives