oh i could give a straight up goddamn
i could give you four or five of them
i got a thousand in my bank account
break it open let the goddamns walk out
all my traumas hinge upon
some convoluted axiom
of the cube of x plus y
equals itself divided by now
where have you gone?
i been to south of highland falls before
i am a waiter in a furniture store
i'm in demand and i'm unsure why
i get to roll with the flyest of the fly
all my limbs are sticks and lines
my head's a point upon my spine, i can't
get no quadrilateral
i can't say half empty or half full now
and slapping at the angles of the shape you're
in
left sleeve in velvet, right sleeve in sharkskin
all your laughs snapping like a dog bark
left here looking for girls that glow in the dark
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oh i could give a straight up goddamn
i could give you four or five of them
i got a thousand in my bank account
break it open let the goddamns walk out
all my traumas hinge upon
some convoluted axiom
of the cube of x plus y
equals itself divided by now
where have you gone?
i been to south of highland falls before
i am a waiter in a furniture store
i'm in demand and i'm unsure why
i get to roll with the flyest of the fly
all my limbs are sticks and lines
my head's a point upon my spine, i can't
get no quadrilateral
i can't say half empty or half full now
and slapping at the angles of the shape you're
in
left sleeve in velvet, right sleeve in sharkskin
all your laughs snapping like a dog bark
left here looking for girls that glow in the dark
i could give you four or five of them
i got a thousand in my bank account
break it open let the goddamns walk out
all my traumas hinge upon
some convoluted axiom
of the cube of x plus y
equals itself divided by now
where have you gone?
i been to south of highland falls before
i am a waiter in a furniture store
i'm in demand and i'm unsure why
i get to roll with the flyest of the fly
all my limbs are sticks and lines
my head's a point upon my spine, i can't
get no quadrilateral
i can't say half empty or half full now
and slapping at the angles of the shape you're
in
left sleeve in velvet, right sleeve in sharkskin
all your laughs snapping like a dog bark
left here looking for girls that glow in the dark
Writer: MIKE DOUGHTY
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Copyright: Lyrics © BMG Rights Management