Land Of Talk - Blangee Blee Lyrics
You pull it to the right and I bring it back to centerI blame it on your pride and you blame it on my temperStanding on the skin of a cell, it was sickleFor me it was over, the coroner, the crippleWe'd spend our lives making out middlesOh, to give so much got me so littleWe'd spend our lives making out middlesOh, to give so much got me so littleFor all that was said, I believe it wasn't spokenYou sang it to the wall but the tune, it wasn't holdingMy guess it wasn't bound to the spine, to the spindleFor all I lead you from, I'm the coroner, the crippleWe'd spend our lives making out middlesOh, to give so much got me so littleWe'd spend our lives making out middlesOh, to give so much got me so littleWe'd spend our lives making out middlesOh, to give so much got me so little