Lyrics
Oh, that I could bend my tongue outwards
Leave your lungs hurting
Tuckin' my shirt in
The pants I wear so well, cross your T's shirt smells
Worse than your lyin', caught my dad cryin'
Loose like the wind
From the rough we get par
Sleet city woman waiting to spar
I'm drowning for your thirst
Drowning for your thirst
Drowning for your thirst
Drowning for your thirst
Getting off the candelabra
We call her Barbara, breeding like larva
She rabble-rousing, dental surf combat
Get out those hard-hats
And sing us some skat, blade gushers gush
Chained and perfumed
I don't need a minister to call me a groom
But I'm rattled by the rush
Rattled by the rush
Rattled by the rush
Rattled by the rush
But I'm rattled by the rush
Rattled by the rush
Rattled by the rush
Rattled by the rush (makes you wanna say your prayers)
Rattled by the rush
Rattled by the rush
Rattled by the rush
Rattled by the rush (makes you wanna say your prayers)
Rattled by the rush
Rattled by the rush (it makes you)
Rattled by the rush (it makes you)
Rattled by the rush (makes you wanna say your prayers)
Rattled by the rush (it makes you)
Rattled by the rush (it makes you)
Rattled by the rush (it makes you)
Rattled by the rush (makes you wanna say your prayers)
