Mess With The Bulls
by Piebald· from If It Werent For Venetian Blinds, It Would Be Curtains For Us All
I've got your name across my hands, got a minute to understand
/ the sparks were flying through the poles, a circle is a
circuit now / you can't mess with those crossed wires, it's just
the way the pressure lies / you're among the engines now,
congratulations you real live wire / it's not funny like ha ha,
it's funny like I told you so / why do you have to write your
name all over everything / I can't believe this / mess with the
bulls you get the horns, it's not funny anymore / the perfect
place for friend or foe / boys can't cry / girls can't whine
/ I feel fine / my hands are tired / your name is fading from
my hands, I can't believe I understand / look at yourself you
real live wire, sometimes you suck sometimes you do / I feel fine.