[Why?] I've taught myself to survive a four story fall Wearing a space suit and a dead englishman's socks It's a textbook procedure, kid Right out of the pages of the hollowed out book Where once I hid my paint speckled glasses Don't lose your shoes over such a simple step as hitting ground Just remember to roll Just remember to roll
Silence in a five-story stairwell I say, and that's all I can think of In my brandon-eyed dead of day drawl I can barely squeeze that lie Through the plaque-clogged pinhole between my two front teeth
Mom I've kept a razor under my tongue since I was a small toddler with a tight belt I haven't been able to kiss a woman with an open mouth, my friend Cause I'm afraid that I'd split her lip Is that sick?