black mamba

Mar 08, 2005 12:28

We've got one chance to break out, and we need it now
I'm sick and tired of waiting, sick of this fucking apartment
Love me, or leave me, or rip me apart
This is the voice that I was given and if you don't like it
take a long walk off of the shortest pier you can find,
and I'll be singing it out. I'll be singing.

Oh Mr. Magazine
I never wrote one single thing for you
or your so-called music scene
You don't mean a thing to me

Pick it up, pick it up, it's what you wanted
Pick it up, pick it, you need it too

When they review the debut what if the critics hate you?
Don't worry 'cause we might just catch somebody off their feet
They can love it, or leave it, or rip it apart.
We're living what we're singing so I guess that's a step
in the right direction, clever composition, and the honesty, honesty...

So save your breath and the money you spent.
Go work in retail and spare the suspense.
Just don't take chances on anything at all, anything at all

Too afraid of anything that may not come that easy.
Too afraid of anything you may not have seen before.

So save your breath, and the money you spent.
Go work in retail, and spare the suspense.
Just don't take chances on
anything at all.
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