Jon the Escalator Songtext
von ARMS

Jonathan
You′re turning into stairs again
You're giving free rides to your friends
Your gentle head encircled by sweet means and ends

Save yourself
Get out before they call the adults
They′ll pick apart your foibles and faults
Like giant babies with diminished hopes


You took every test
Passed them all
And passed them to your rep
By yourself
In this house
It's really not so small

You've been sweating when you sleep
Always having boring dreams
Jonathan, you′re busting at the seams

All hell breaks loose
In this house
When you are not around
Lying here
Set in stone
It′s really not so bad