Song parody of
The Lost Sock Society
by Mosaic'93
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It's easy to think you have it all
But you're not quite sure if everything's accounted for
Sometimes you feel you're getting tall
But you find you're small when you step out from behind the wall
An appointment with tomorrow to keep
You get cold feet, and you can't walk bare on that street
A trivial deadline meet
A needle to seek within a haystack that is just out of reach
When stars are peppered through the sky
And the air's alive with fireflies
The Lost Sock Society appears from the shade
And people-less shoes all dancing on parade
Around talking heads upon walking legs
Doing pointless things just to pay the rent
And they live life thinking they should all be kings
But they're just peasant-lings doing peasant things
There's a reason (you know!)
All of your socks have been moving and you just can't get a match
There's that reason
And there's a feeling (at night!)
When the shadows and silhouettes pass your window by
There's that feeling
And there's a drawer (wa-oh!)
Where the lost socks go die after living a wonderful life
There's that drawer
And there's a motion (wa-oh!)
That the society know and they signal to get in show
Where do they go?
When stars are peppered through the sky
And the air's alive with fireflies
The Lost Sock Society appears from the shade
And people-less shoes all dancing on parade
Around talking heads upon walking legs
Doing pointless things just to pay the rent
And they live life thinking they could all be kings
But they're just peasant-lings doing peasant things
Oo-oh, where did my brother go?
Oo-oh, now there's a hole in my sole/soul
Oo-oh, I've been hung out to dry
Oo-oh, and been worn out for the last time
Oo-oh, where did my sister go?
Oo-oh, I lost my thread long ago
Oo-oh, I've been turned inside out
Oo-oh, and worn out for the last time
The socks are coming
Their time is coming
They're socks surviving
And they're coming after...
Me
It's easy to think you have it all
But you're not quite sure if everything's accounted for
Sometimes you feel you're getting tall
But you find you're small when you step out from behind the wall
An appointment with tomorrow to keep
You get cold feet, and you can't walk bare on that street
A trivial deadline meet
A needle to seek within a haystack that is just out of reach
When stars are peppered through the sky
And the air's alive with fireflies
The Lost Sock Society appears from the shade
And people-less shoes all dancing on parade
Around talking heads upon walking legs
Doing pointless things just to pay the rent
And they live life thinking they should all be kings
But they're just peasant-lings doing peasant things
There's a reason (you know!)
All of your socks have been moving and you just can't get a match
There's that reason
And there's a feeling (at night!)
When the shadows and silhouettes pass your window by
There's that feeling
And there's a drawer (wa-oh!)
Where the lost socks go die after living a wonderful life
There's that drawer
And there's a motion (wa-oh!)
That the society know and they signal to get in show
Where do they go?
When stars are peppered through the sky
And the air's alive with fireflies
The Lost Sock Society appears from the shade
And people-less shoes all dancing on parade
Around talking heads upon walking legs
Doing pointless things just to pay the rent
And they live life thinking they could all be kings
But they're just peasant-lings doing peasant things
Oo-oh, where did my brother go?
Oo-oh, now there's a hole in my sole/soul
Oo-oh, I've been hung out to dry
Oo-oh, and been worn out for the last time
Oo-oh, where did my sister go?
Oo-oh, I lost my thread long ago
Oo-oh, I've been turned inside out
Oo-oh, and worn out for the last time
The socks are coming
Their time is coming
They're socks surviving
And they're coming after...
Me
