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