Texty: New Pornographers. Mass Romantic. Breakin' the Law.

I can never place the name with the face
I can never place the name with the face
Don't touch me, don't touch me up
To the tee, by the numbers

It's not much but I'm going under
It's not much but I'm going under
It's not much but I'm going under

Liar, liar, everything's on fire
So I don't want to hear how you crossed the wires
Don't touch me, don't touch me up
Watch, I'll take it to the river

You'll come to, little Indian giver
You'll come to, little Indian giver
You'll come to, little Indian giver

So give us the keys now
We'll burn this Hall of Justice down
Around the ankles or just to the ground
Hats off to the city fathers

They're no longer a hundred feet tall
They're no longer, no longer
And we're just here
Another hundred feet stronger

Yeah, yeah
Yeah, yeah
Yeah, yeah
Yeah, yeah