With the arrogance of the drunk pedestrian Taxi driver looks down my girlfriends top Asks politely if he can be a gentlemen Pulls his aviators down so he doesn't have to stop
And we'll keep on through the shit storm Until the metaphors are literal Forced screams are guttural And we'll keep on through the shit storm Until the metaphors, until the metaphors
When I said this is all I had I meant it
Nice speak in the tired clichés of a strip club DJ Marvelous things so quickly get mundane When you see the scaffolding behind me And all the dirty air it always blocks your way
And we'll keep on through the shit storm Until the metaphors are literal Forced screams are guttural And we'll keep on through the shit storm Until the metaphors, until the metaphors Until the metaphors
When I said this was all I had I meant it When I said this was all I had I meant it When you said I was a bad person I felt it When I said this was all I had I meant it When you said that I had destroyed you I knew that part of you was trying to destroy me too When I said that I wanted to die I meant it When I said that you saved my life I meant it But goodbye Goodbye Goodbye Goodbye