For Our Hero - Useless Talent #66 lyrics

Were stuck on arms like track marks Hooded under the hum of lamp-posts Youre turning heads like a latch That stir boys like me from their sleep On, on tiptoes peeking in on, on the high life 'Till the blinds pull in, I'm just fine Check, check-check, check The madness came with a mic stand So graceful, So gutless So graceful, So gutless Seems everybodys got a dance to this beat Uhuh and tongues are drumming on the necks of... Little baby, can you keep your composure? Uhuh, I think I lost it on the lips of... I just need to start over said like a sinner in shallow water Seen pretty birds pick at the bones of bees singing dance with me Tuck me in before the charm wears off To bed with whoever just to get lost I wanna be nothing more than something So graceful, So gutless So graceful, So gutless Seems everybodys got a dance to this beat Uhuh and tongues are drumming on the necks of... Little baby, can you keep your composure? Uhuh, I think I lost it on the lips of...