Adjectives on the typewriter
He moves his words like a prize fighter
The frenzied pace of the mind inside the cell
The man on the street might just as well
The man on the street might just as well
The man on the street might just as well be
Outside, outside the walls
But the steel eye, tight jaw
Out where you don’t hear the echoes and calls
Say it all, say it all
But the white paint, plastic saints
Say it all, say it all, say it all,
Say somebody’s got to say it all
Say it all, say it all, say it all
I said somebody has got to say it all
My heart can’t forget about this self-defense
I’m so nervous, I’m so tense
I thumb the cool blade but I know this can’t last
And the air is so hot and my breath comes fast
I thumb the cool blade but I know this can’t last
Outside, outside the walls
But the steel eye, tight jaw
Say it all, say it all
Out where you don’t hear the echoes and calls
Say it all, say it all, say it all,
Somebody’s got to say it all Say it all, say it all, say it all
But the white paint, plastic saints
Say somebody’s got to say it all