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Adjectives on the typewriter
He moves his words like a prize fighter
The frenzied pace of the mind inside the cell
The man on the street might just as well be
The man on the street might just as well
The man on the street might just as well be
Outside, outside the world
Out there you don't hear the echoes and calls
But the steel I Type jaw
Say it all
But the white paint, Plastic saints
Say it all
Say somebody
Has got to say it all
Somebody
Has got to say it all
I'm so nervous I'm so tense
My heart can't forget about this self defense
The air is so hot and my breath comes fast
I thumb the cool blade but I know this can't last
Outside, outside the world
Out there you don't hear the echoes and calls
But the steel I Type jaw
Say it all
But the white paint, Plastic saints
Say it all
Say somebody
Has got to say it all
Somebody
Has got to say it all
Yeah, adjectives on the typewriter
He moves his words like a prize fighter
The frenzied pace of the mind inside the cell
The man on the street might just as well be
The man on the street might just as well
The man on the street might just as well be