I can never place the name with the face...
I can never place the name with the face...
Don't touch me
Don't touch me up to the tees by the numbers
It's not much but I'm going under
It's not much but I'm going under
It's not much but I'm going under
Liar, liar, everything's on fire
So I don't want to hear how you crossed the wires
Don't touch me
Don't touch me up, watch, I'll take it to the river
You'll come too, little Indian giver
You'll come too, little Indian giver
You'll come too, little Indian giver
So give us the keys now, we'll burn this hall of justice down!
Around the ankles or just to the ground
Hats off to the city fathers, they're no longer a hundred feet tall
They're no longer, no longer -- and we're just here another hundred feet stronger