Blangee Blee - Land of Talk

You pull it to the right

And i bring it back to center

I blame it on your pride

And you blame it on my temper

Standing on the skin of a cell it was sickle

For me it was over the coroner the cripple

We'd spend our lives making out middles

Oh to give so much got me so little

We'd spend our lives making out middles

Oh to give so much got me so little

For all that was said

I believe it wasn't spoken

You sang it to the wall

But the tune it wasn't holdin'

My guess it wasn't bound to the spine

To the spindle

For all i lead you from

I'm the coroner the cripple

We'd spend our lives making out middles

Oh to give so much got me so little

We'd spend our lives making out middles

Oh to give so much got me so little

We'd spend our lives making out middles

Oh to give so much got me so little