there's a stain on my shirt won't you tell me what it's worth i've been folding and holding on
be brave young knave
there's a stain on my shirt won't you tell me what it's worth i'm a man of my word and a hand for the absurd i've been folding and holding on
automatic onomatopoeias go bang
now my mouth's full of dirt i can't even say a word i am folding and holding on when they squeal in delight and i try to make it right i am holding and folding on
automatic onomatopoeias go bang
there's a chance to betray and it's pushing me away i've been folding and holding on
keep in mind what it's like to be high as a kite i've been folding and holding on
automatic onomatopoeias go bang
all these onomatopoeia people want to go bang all these onomatopoeia people want to bang
automatic onomatopoeias go bang
there's a stain on my shirt won't you tell me what it's worth 'cause i'm folding and holding on