Lyrics Jump, Little Children

Jump, Little Children

Come Out Clean

I'm gonna do a series of 'em

Yeah, just go ahead and roll it

Okay, 1, 2, 3, 4

1, 2, 3, 4, 1, 2, 3, 4

Oil painted portrait of still life

A moving image with patience, just lie still

A chemical illusion, break it down

A moment fallen to pieces, fallen down

Some things do last forever, I won't go

I wanna live in a magazine

I wanna go in cheap and come out clean

I wanna live in a magazine

I wanna be obscure with a girl obscene

Irresistible canvas, rayon eyes

Imaginary invention, can you tell?

Unbelievable likeness, get closer

A candy coated solution, smells like film

Some things do last forever, I won't go

I wanna live in a magazine

I wanna go in cheap and come out clean

I wanna live in a magazine

I wanna be obscure with a girl obscene

Don't try to take me down

'Cause you know I won't go

I don't give a damn about it anymore

I won't go, oh

And don't try to take me down

'Cause you know I won't go

I don't give a damn about it anymore

I won't go, oh

A sentimental position, hold that thought

An emotional gesture, let it go

An enamel persona, residue

A scientific religion, break it down

Some things do last forever, I won't go

I wanna live in a magazine

I wanna go in cheap and come out clean

I wanna live in a magazine

I wanna be obscure with a girl obscene

I wanna live in a magazine

I wanna go in cheap and come out clean

I wanna live in a magazine

I wanna be obscure with a girl obscene

Some things do last forever, I won't go