Rattled by the Rush
Oh, that I
Could bend my tongue outwards
Leave your lungs hurting
Tucking my shirt in
Pants I wear so well
Cross your t's, shirt smells
Worse than your lying
Caught my dad crying
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, on the candelabra
We call her Barbara
Breeding like larva
She rabble-rousing
Dental surf combat
Get out those hardhats
And sing and us some skat
Blade lovers 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
Argh
Oh
Ah
No soap in the john
No soap in the john
No soap in the john
No soap in the john
(Rattled by the rush)
(Rattled by the rush)
(Rattled by the rush)
(Rattled by the rush) makes you want to say your prayers
(Rattled by the rush)
(Rattled by the rush)
(Rattled by the rush)
Makes you want to say you're down
(Rattled by the rush)
(Rattled by the rush)
(Rattled by the rush)
Makes you want to say you're down
(Rattled by the rush)
(Rattled by the rush)
(Rattled by the rush)
Makes you want to say you're down