The Bullpen - Dessa, Minnesota Orchestra

Hey!

Who?

Doomtree

Forget the bull in the china shop

There’s a china doll in the bullpen

Walk with a switch, fire in her fist

Bitin' at the bit

Swing at every pitch

Coach put me in like

Forget the bull in the china shop

There’s a china doll in the bullpen

It’s all in the wrist, fire from the hip

Talk a little shit, roll thick

Whole clique

Let’s begin like

It’s been assumed I’m soft or irrelevant

'Cause I refuse to downplay my intelligence

But in a room of thugs and rap veterans

Why am I the only one

Who’s acting like a gentleman?

Good form bad taste

Pity what a waste

All that style, not a thing to say

Looks to me like

A little of your true school

Is at the shallow end of the typing pool

All cloak, no dagger

Just smoke and swagger

I hope that your battery’s charged

'Cause I found this here ladder

Now your ceilings don’t matter

Check me out

Now I got glass floors

Forget the bull in the china shop

There’s a china doll in the bullpen

Walk with a switch, fire in her fist

Bitin' at the bit

Swing at every pitch

Coach put me in like

Forget the bull in the china shop

There’s a china doll in the bullpen

It’s all in the wrist, fire from the hip

Talk a little shit, roll thick

Whole clique

Let’s begin like

They love me, they love me not

Pulling pedals off my bike

You gotta strike while the irony’s still hot

No telling what the kids might like

And I love this job, but ah, good god

Sometimes I hate this business

It’s all love backstage but then the boys get brave

Gotta say, I hope your mother doesn’t listen

Excuse me, where you going

Doomtree, Minnesota

Population’s growing all the time

And if you feel this

You know what the deal is

Grab a chisel tip and add one to the number on the sign like

Forget the bull in the china shop

There’s a china doll in the bullpen

Walk with a switch, fire in her fist

Bitin' at the bit

Swing at every pitch

Coach put me in like

Forget the bull in the china shop

There’s a china doll in the bullpen

It’s all in the wrist, fire from the hip

Talk a little shit, roll thick

Whole clique

To the end like

Forget the bull in the china shop

There’s a china doll in the bullpen

Walk with a switch, fire in her fist

Bitin' at the bit

Swing at every pitch

Coach put me in like

Forget the bull in the china shop

There’s a china doll in the bullpen

It’s all in the wrist, fire from the hip

Talk a little shit, roll thick

Whole clique

Let’s begin like