with the gilded tongue of the eldest son I ask her
and I inch a smile as I take a mile from their longings
and they from a chain in the fleeting rain as I leave them

I don't want to be responsible

look at me now in my real skin
made a vow my real skin
shed it now keep coming in
here for now in my real skin

I saw a picture frame tied to a horse
I saw the crystal night out on the concourse
and the ancient trees of the bended knees will fracture
and we double take an empty wake and leave them

I don't want to be responsible

Chorus:

'round and round and round and round
 round and round and round and round'

I don't want to be responsible
I don't want to be respoonsible

look at me now
look at me now

Chorus