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