Jumping
Robert Pollard
Dear Sgt. Mother
Your roses are important
Like louder jets than television
Oh, listen to me
I'm going off again
Jumping
Jumping
Jumping
This hole in the wall
Is driving me crazy
A voice down the hall
Is talking to me
Jumping
Jumping
Jumping
Got me jumping the stairs
And out on the streets
I got no place to go
I'm down on my knees
And I've nothing to do