Life's Little Tragedy - Lambchop

I desire to tumble 
I walk through the garden 
I don't speak well I mumble 
To life's little tragedy 
If you touch me I crumble 
This song's from the wishing you well 
Not a boob or a bungle 
Just another butt to sniff 
Half our lives surmise 
For only you to decipher 
Our reasons are quite tame 
One by one we die 
And our secrets die within us 
There's no one left to blame 
(shame on me, shame on you) 
Scratchy cheeks and an earring 
I scurry to find the camera 
He's not angry he's seething 
My pictures always turn out wrong 
He's not crying he's teething 
The pains of growing are going fine 
There's some spit on the ceiling 
Pretty soon it's going to drop 
In the bed you lay 
Praying for sleep and it never comes 
It never works that way 
All the rest is done 
All you really can do is just sit up 
And start a brand new day 
(shame on me, shame on you)