_________________ The phone ping from a pillow fort in a corn maze I don't have a horse in your war games I don't even really like horses I like wild orchids and neighbors with wide orbits
_________________ The phone ping from a pillow fort in a corn maze I don't have a horse in your war games I don't even really like horses I like wild orchids and neighbors with wide orbits
_________________ The phone ping from a pillow fort in a corn maze I don't have a horse in your war games I don't even really like horses I like wild orchids and neighbors with wide orbits
"The child in that song obviously has a learning difficulty, and it's only in the last few years that they've actually been able to diagnose these learning disabilities, that before were looked at as misbehavior; as just outright rebelliousness, but no one knew what it was. These kids, because they seemed unable or reluctant to learn, they'd end up getting the s**t beaten outta them. The song ends, you know, with this idea of the shades going down—so that the neighbors can't see what happens next. What hurts about s**t like that is that it ends up defining people's lives. They have to live with that abuse for the rest of their lives. Good, creative people are just f*****g destroyed."