Lob some spit at the window Watch it drop down the pane It's only the guilty who concern themselves With clearing their names You bring tidings of hope, false tidings When you come here There's two friends who did me wrong that you're protecting It's so clear And when you speak it's those two who speak through you Who'll speak for me? The burning and the electricity
Sun goes down San Francisco Friends are hard to find Chew them up just as quick as I can find them Try to clear my mind Remember hours at the table Gauze flight light easing through If there's one thing that I'm not going to do tonight It's die for you 'cause when you speak it's those two who speak through you Who'll speak for me The burning and the electricity