while i was sulking in a quiet rage
i lost my shoe, then you ran it over
where do i stand, my girl?
it's been hard to communicate
found you sitting with a frozen shoulder
but where do you stand, my girl?
now i'm coming with a wicked tongue
to put you in a place, where i can stun-gun
all your leaving thoughts for a couple more days
but it won't be long now
lost inhibition as the hours drained
then slipped my steps in uncertain colors
my memory fell right through
as i lay sittin on a step in the cold
thought i believed the way your baggage broke
i'm acting it better than you
now my mask is cracking as i slip off my face
oh no, no more questions, use a silent motor
and you keep it running
throw on a secret-decoder robe
and bang the hammer with an angry gavel
i don't understand this world
you ask me questions yes i'd do it again
two languages for these types of sins
which upper hand is good
now all that's left is bones