Lyrics
I got a sharp stick I keep in my po cket I speak volu mes ne ver u tter a word when you strike a match a fi re will ha ppen but the line bet ween the smoke and the flames get blured don't you
wri ting on the wa l l you're
ver your head you're go nna drown in the things that you say time has gone and gone for words
sands threats i heard be fore but words are cheap but lies are faint to me time has gone and gone for
thou sands threats i heard be fore and all your words are too big to ta ke it's a pa ra dox a myste ry a ri ddl
