Texty:
Swingin Utters More Scared

You're saying to me what you hear from all the people cursing in your ear trying out the possibilities of finding in me my worst sense of fear now you

If I asked you where to go from here would you give me the right direction does it come to mind any paradise lost that I can win with true conviction

why must i work, 9 to 5 I'm always tired but, how I strive to pay my bills, to pay my rent a new life, would be a godsend Life is a production line things

I'm expending my last energy, I feel good, though, cuz I'm seldom seen. A perfect picture I found in a dream I jab and move punches soft as whipped cream

dance floor cause the people are screaming for more and the singers so lovely talking about war i am not suave you are a bear 12 feet tall with balding hair are you scared

I've said, and once too often, some things I'll never say again In streams of thoughts unbroken I fish for a few good men Sundays and holidays and twelve

Hello Charlatan, you must have been gone a long time what with the t.v. on I lost track of the days gone by I don't think that I owe you anything, and