Shrunkenman Lyrics - The The

Say it, say it, say it 

(He can't say it) 

He's just an imperfect man 

Trapped in an imperfect body 

Ain't happy or sad, lonely or sorry 

Mr. Slo-Blo, Mr. Yo-Yo 

Mr. See which way is the wind gonna blow 

Hangs from a wire, fingers on fire 

Drifting higher and higher 

He tried to be smart to catch out his own heart 

Cruel to be kind as he cut out all the soft parts 

But some days in little ways 

Love seeps out in the things he says 

And all he really wants is to feel grown up again