Kind of Like Spitting March 25, 1998 Lyrics

Do your interpretation of the course of events that swings my life from the outside of the fence. I got in a fight at the Teen Dress show and always fighting, me, it came off macho. And I am a lion roaring out loud. In my dreams I'm angry I never touch the ground. I feel like I'm flying somewhere underneath the sheets. I took your bracelet from the bathroom I've had it ever since we met. check your lipstick in the mirror, sway and swing your hips. Head out to the New Bad Things show at the end of Burnside at the oh hell used to be the x-ray, not all that familiar, with the history of this town, only been here for a short while, but you knew it. Say your sick of all the narrow eyes and all the lies and the actors feeding on our hearts. We'll leave this one dry, don't talk, don't lie. Everyone is on call for a job that they hate. Check the mirror, check the bathroom, check the toilet, sweep me up with the broom. A boom that you made yourself from the hangers from the closet down, he was asking for it but you knew it.