Wrist Elbow 2

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First knuckle, second knuckle, third, wrist, elbow
 girl if we unbotton my shirt
 the demon squirming underneath it
 would release the secret: rjyans being ridden
 it was so cute the way i'd step on stage and say
 "i am a 20 year old virgin"
 listen, nothing could be further from the truth
 i'm not braggin' i'm asking you
 help us, all of us
 not just in my bedpost the sawdust sulferous smells fries
 the heat blisters, smoke chokes my throat and eyes
 hold my hand on the candle just to spark some departure
 from the flatline that my mind?
 not surrounding, rock the crowd, knock it out
 ? for doubletime and trying to hide
 don't confuse a mess with complex
 a million years of evolution stopping dead at cex
 i got a body full of problem and i can't find the reason
 so at this point i'm searching
 for any type of feeling you can spare me
 feeling better's just not an option apparently
 and wretched seems my best bet
 it's something real i can feel tearing at my thick head, so i'll take it
 i welcome the attention you expect to get you naked
 if i hold you like a puppet tonight
 can you remind me what it feels like to be in control?
 cause fuck it if i know
 fingertips, fist, wrist, forearm, elbow
 (in your pussy i'm coming
 and i love you)
 First knuckle, second knuckle, third, wrist elbow
 if you hit your head against the wall until the headache's gone
 it probly means you've busted your skull once and for all
 with irrepairable damage
 i'm asking you to peer past the pulp fragments
 and tell me what's wrong with my brain
 what kind of poison pumps through these arteries and veins
 i'd have let you fuck away the best part of me, the pain
 like sex was ever pleasure and distraction
 it can't be depression if it ends in an orgasm
 fricking addiction, yeah right, i'm just a little kid
 i'm just a wannabe, get high, steven tyler shit
 i couldn't take myself serious
 i need to be a vaguer lyricist
 so i can make scars out of?
 i put the globe on my shoulders
 the world shrugged me off
 i know where i belong
 dial tone to major tom
 ground control's empty, everybody's gone
 high above the world?
 just make it stop
 fingertips, fist, wrist, forearm, elbow
 (in your pussy i'm coming
 and i love you)
 first knuckle, second knuckle, third, wrist elbow

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Duration
03:55
Key
8
Tempo
108 BPM

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