She's a painting outta focus with no good sense of intention she's authentic
She's a model of disaster with a heart of revolution
She's so innocent, but guilty's her plea
Everybody wants to save her from herself
They really want to save themselves
She's got the grace, of a tourist, with the charm of demolition
She's a poem without meter or rhyme a random design of a flower
Like a rose no one really knows
She's a master piece deserving restoration or condemnation time will tell us
If she's a lifer or a decomposuer she's the rose no one really knowsGenerally speaking every park has them
Commonly they are at the sand box
Occasionally they are vandalized by someone
They are painted many colors
Elephant, Raccoon, Tiger
Concrete Animals,
Concrete Animals
Can I ride on your back
Concrete Animals,
Concrete Animals
Let's take a picture together
They are too big to carry back home
They are too heavy for me to move
After the sun sets they have a secret party
Nobody knows they dance together
Pony, Rabbit, Zebra
Generally speaking, they make the children happy
Commonly they are playing at the park
But if it is dirty and dangerous
Where can the children play together?
(This extra verse was included on a European release. I think it makes the song darker, less childlike, less Shonen Knifey happy. Better to wrap it up with the secret party!)
Concrete Animals,
Concrete Animals
Can I ride on your back
Concrete Animals,
Concrete Animals
Let's take a picture together