Lời bài hát: Sage Francis. Healthy Distrust. Lie Detector Test.
Got a caveman banging on my back door
Got a hang man hanging on my front lawn
Got an old maid wasting away in the living room
Kids in the kitchen with their mouths full of silver spoons
Got a paper full of yellow journalism
A restaurant waiter selling me words of wisdom
The small town crier is chilling with the village idiots
The big city slickers are still busy building pyramids
Got a diploma but no wall to hang it
Tags on the bathroom stall to make me famous
A job description that don't fit the bill
A fatal femme fatale dressed to kill
Get me out of this, lie detector test
My pupils inhale and exhale
My breath is a microphone check, 1, 2, what is this?
In a world where the girl's got retro tattoos
And all I've got is a gut and Velcro black shoes
And elbows that move in a way that make space
I'm looking at you
(Stay awake, stay awake)
Natural face affected by the chemical leaks
Grammatical mistakes in every sentence I speak
It doesn't matter, I make enough sense to seem deep
Now, look at me
(Go to sleep, go to sleep)
Got a flea circus, I'm trying to take it to the road
Got a nervous tick, they think I'm faking it though
Got some cat in a back alley scratching up my records
Some big wigs with fat bellies asking for seconds
Got a fly girl with a landing strip begging for hot wax
A lonely upper lip and it's begging for a mustache
A prison system that listens to the parables of Johnny Cash
A wannabe war hero who only travels in body bags
I've got a poor man's version of a rich man
I've got a small van swerving through a big land
I've got a road map that's looking a lot like a Math test
A blocked phone number and a bunk home address
I've got a way out but I ain't trying to use it
'Cause I've got some ins and I'ma bet all my winnings
If it hurts me more than it hurts you then I won't hurt you
I've got more sense than virtue, I've got a curfew, it's 12 o'clock
After that I'll start trembling if I get fed hip hop
'Cause I'm a G to the R E M L I N
If I wasn't then why would I say I am?
I said get me out of this lie detector test
My pupils inhale and exhale
My breath is a microphone, check 1, 2, what is this?
Got a hang man hanging on my front lawn
Got an old maid wasting away in the living room
Kids in the kitchen with their mouths full of silver spoons
Got a paper full of yellow journalism
A restaurant waiter selling me words of wisdom
The small town crier is chilling with the village idiots
The big city slickers are still busy building pyramids
Got a diploma but no wall to hang it
Tags on the bathroom stall to make me famous
A job description that don't fit the bill
A fatal femme fatale dressed to kill
Get me out of this, lie detector test
My pupils inhale and exhale
My breath is a microphone check, 1, 2, what is this?
In a world where the girl's got retro tattoos
And all I've got is a gut and Velcro black shoes
And elbows that move in a way that make space
I'm looking at you
(Stay awake, stay awake)
Natural face affected by the chemical leaks
Grammatical mistakes in every sentence I speak
It doesn't matter, I make enough sense to seem deep
Now, look at me
(Go to sleep, go to sleep)
Got a flea circus, I'm trying to take it to the road
Got a nervous tick, they think I'm faking it though
Got some cat in a back alley scratching up my records
Some big wigs with fat bellies asking for seconds
Got a fly girl with a landing strip begging for hot wax
A lonely upper lip and it's begging for a mustache
A prison system that listens to the parables of Johnny Cash
A wannabe war hero who only travels in body bags
I've got a poor man's version of a rich man
I've got a small van swerving through a big land
I've got a road map that's looking a lot like a Math test
A blocked phone number and a bunk home address
I've got a way out but I ain't trying to use it
'Cause I've got some ins and I'ma bet all my winnings
If it hurts me more than it hurts you then I won't hurt you
I've got more sense than virtue, I've got a curfew, it's 12 o'clock
After that I'll start trembling if I get fed hip hop
'Cause I'm a G to the R E M L I N
If I wasn't then why would I say I am?
I said get me out of this lie detector test
My pupils inhale and exhale
My breath is a microphone, check 1, 2, what is this?
Sage Francis
Sage Francis
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