how about it? well my tongue is tired and im seeing stars i got a million ugly words for what you are i got a busted back and a broken heart i guess
we are, I'm not sure what I'm doing here I'm not gonna wait for anything to happen All of this at once I'm ready for the cash-in And I'm not gonna wait
The party's all right, I might wanna stop drinking What were we talking about? My body won't tell my mind what I've been thinking Before it's out of
before I would have sworn that we were friends And in this problem must award some logic trend Well I still don't understand what this whole thing's about And
I keep finding myself so surprised? The qualities you openly have advertised A bigger man might not feel so compromised But I've never been that sane and
rhythm section when they're all packing up and they're heading for the exit Yeah, we're all just the same, a bunch of slaves to fashion Who are tall, dark and scared and
shouldn't know Twenty years of bad descisions Havn't taught me much at all Seperate events you're making Everyone pretend it's not your fault And all
I'm making my escape Making my escape Tell myself that everything's in shape Everything's in shape But me How long can this take? How long can this
Go for it, yeah Go for it, yeah Because my body is your body I won't tell anybody If you want to use my body Go for it, yeah My body is your body And
it?s been fun Well I?m not going home with no one Not going home with no one Not going home with no one Well go on get gone Go on and get gone Go on
to kill me Man, it's starting to kill I'm about as close to making sense As I am ever going to get Is that how quickly I'd be gone? And just read my
guess Measure in time by the bottle, and I've had more than a few I'm standing up to get outta here, I'm standing up for myself now and this is long
The party's all right, I might wanna stop drinking What were we talking about? My body won't tell my mind what I've been thinking Before it's out of my
, how 'bout it? Well, my tongue is hot and I'm singing songs I got a million, only words for what you are I gotta plastic bag and a broken heart I guess
new to me I've been taking my time Slide up, just drop everything Falling out of my car I'm not sure what I'm doing here Somehow wherever we are I'm
Making my escape Making my escape Tell myself that everything's in shape Everything's in shape but me How long can this take? How long can this take?
rhythm section When they're all packing up and they're heading for the exit Yeah, we're all just the same, a bunch of slaves to fashion Who are tall, dark and scared and
[Incomprehensible] some logic trend Well, I still don't understand what this whole thing's about And all the words that you said are somehow stuck in my mouth And