Inhaler - Tom Vek's Wheezemix

Sticks and stones don't break my bones, you make believe
 It's lock and load, it's a dead end road to you and me
 You know what's to go, I'm strict for soul
 I make believe
 And I'm off the rent, I haven't spent, I guarantee
 So can you not go away
 If just for one day
 Uh-uh-uh
 Impossible, possible way
 How would you do know
 How'd you do now?
 Run away
 War sounds in you
 Don't throw your fortune away
 And I can't get enough
 Space, space, space
 Get enough space
 I'm pale and coy
 I'm a mamma's boy, I make believe
 I shimmy-shake, I wake and bake,
 I'm over me
 I lost the beat, I can not breathe
 Don't follow me
 You push and shove, I've had enough,
 You best believe
 So can you not go away
 If just for one day
 Uh-uh-uh
 Impossible, possible way
 How would you do know
 How'd you do now?
 Run away
 War sounds in you
 Don't throw your fortune away
 And I can't get enough
 Space,
 I can't Get enough space
 Space