Citizen King - Safety Pin Lyrics

you got the sideways grip iÂÂÂÂÂ'm about to flip your backdrop dizzy spell
puttinÂÂÂÂÂ'
dents in the padlock cold defying the laws of slingshot a white picket
fence
to separate the stones you stand on before the tide comes in on the
early dawn
the light bulb spins on the horn rims you blister in the sun youÂÂÂÂÂ're just a
salt bag spill another salt bag spill cause itÂÂÂÂÂ's a green jean battle from
the
burlap i break your ribs and itÂÂÂÂÂ's full contact vagabonds you start a war
but
weÂÂÂÂÂ're the cream of the crop and youÂÂÂÂÂ're the cream of the corn crash
collide and
no good comeback flash in the pan like a burnt short stack but weÂÂÂÂÂ've
got the
butter to let your mud slide youÂÂÂÂÂ're slippinÂÂÂÂÂ' on down for the test of time
so
iÂÂÂÂÂ'm pitching my fork in mr. rourke you get the trap door with sawdust
splinters pepper in the jar gettinÂÂÂÂÂ' served that dinner slam you like a
screen
door keepin' out the terminal condition you get the oatmeal bath
youÂÂÂÂÂ're out of
commission youÂÂÂÂÂ're tarred and feathered and covered in lacquer and
your headÂÂÂÂÂ's
in a bucket thatÂÂÂÂÂ's ringing with laughter