An Old Scab-Crash Test Dummies

[ti:An Old Scab] [ar:Crash Test Dummies] [al:A Worm's Life] [by:] [offset:0] [00:01.38]An Old Scab - Crash Test Dummies [00:02.08]Written by：Brad Roberts [00:02.95] [00:05.94]I sit each morning [00:07.29] [00:08.44]Look at my empty notebook [00:10.46] [00:11.09]The room is quiet [00:12.29] [00:12.99]The air conditioning sounds like rain falling [00:18.78] [00:23.72]Manic depressive [00:25.35] [00:26.07]Composer Robert Schumann [00:28.67]When he could not write [00:30.24] [00:30.81]Get down on his knees [00:32.39]And he would pray for help [00:36.22] [00:41.55]It's not as bad [00:43.29]As eating your own liver [00:45.39] [00:46.26]But still I'd like to think [00:48.20]That there are better methods [00:50.86] [00:56.51]I try to tackle [00:58.05] [00:58.89]The page that lay before me [01:01.51]But then I drift off [01:03.30]And think about the concept [01:05.58]Of benwah balls [01:09.52] [01:14.22]I rouse myself and [01:15.86] [01:16.62]I finish washing dishes [01:19.10]Make lists of errands [01:21.06]Make all my phone calls [01:23.23]Then I pray for help [01:26.74] [01:32.01]But each time [01:33.76]I try to make a fresh stab [01:36.86]I end up [01:38.20] [01:38.81]Just picking at an old scab