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

Argh
Oh
Ah

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)
Makes you want to say you're down

(Rattled by the rush)
(Rattled by the rush)
(Rattled by the rush)
Makes you want to say you're down

(Rattled by the rush)
(Rattled by the rush)
(Rattled by the rush)
Makes you want to say you're down