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

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

Rattled by the rush, makes you want to say your prayers

Rattled by the rush

Rattled by the rush

Rattled by the rush

Rattled by the rush, makes you want to say your prayers