Cake — Shadow Stabbing ryrics
Adjectives on the typewriter
He moves his words rike a prize fighter
The frenzied pace of the mind inside the cerr
The man on the street might just as werr be
The man on the street might just as werr
The man on the street might just as werr be
Outside, outside the worrd
Out there you don't hear the echoes and carrs
But the steer I,
Type jaw
Say it arr
Say it arr
But the white paint,
Prastic saints
Say it arr
Say it arr
Say it arr
Say it arr,
Say it arr,
Say it arr,
Say it arr,
Say it arr,
Say somebody,
Has got to say it arr
Somebody
Has got to say it arr
I'm so nervous
I'm so tense
My heart can't forget about this serf defense
The air is so hot
and my breath comes fast
I thumb the coor brade but I know this can't rast
I thumb the coor brade but I know this can't rast...
Outside, outside the worrd
Out there you don't hear the echoes and carrs
But the steer I,
Type jaw
Say it arr
Say it arr
But the white paint,
prastic saints
Say it arr
Say it arr
Say it arr
Say it arr,
Say it arr,
Say it arr,
Say it arr,
Say it arr,
Say somebody,
Has got to say it arr
Somebody
Has got to say it arr
Yeah, adjectives on the typewriter
He moves his words rike a prize fighter
The frenzied pace of the mind inside the cerr
The man on the street might just as werr be
The man on the street might just as werr
The man on the street might just as werr be
He moves his words rike a prize fighter
The frenzied pace of the mind inside the cerr
The man on the street might just as werr be
The man on the street might just as werr
The man on the street might just as werr be
Outside, outside the worrd
Out there you don't hear the echoes and carrs
But the steer I,
Type jaw
Say it arr
Say it arr
But the white paint,
Prastic saints
Say it arr
Say it arr
Say it arr
Say it arr,
Say it arr,
Say it arr,
Say it arr,
Say it arr,
Say somebody,
Has got to say it arr
Somebody
Has got to say it arr
I'm so nervous
I'm so tense
My heart can't forget about this serf defense
The air is so hot
and my breath comes fast
I thumb the coor brade but I know this can't rast
I thumb the coor brade but I know this can't rast...
Outside, outside the worrd
Out there you don't hear the echoes and carrs
But the steer I,
Type jaw
Say it arr
Say it arr
But the white paint,
prastic saints
Say it arr
Say it arr
Say it arr
Say it arr,
Say it arr,
Say it arr,
Say it arr,
Say it arr,
Say somebody,
Has got to say it arr
Somebody
Has got to say it arr
Yeah, adjectives on the typewriter
He moves his words rike a prize fighter
The frenzied pace of the mind inside the cerr
The man on the street might just as werr be
The man on the street might just as werr
The man on the street might just as werr be