You target ones with loose tongue

Through your fingers you find ways to

Make us turn inside if I lose my ground

I will stand by to navigate the escape

For the silent ones.





So take it to the back of the bar 

You make me think what you want to tell me. 

First I will say anything to make





You act less blessed

You are sympathies great deviever ...oh the

Taste of your teeth after you sneer.

By the accident of approval 

We'll take a shot in the dark

To kill the buzz in the room (the buzz in the room).





So take it to the back of the bar 

You make me think what you want to tell me. 

First i will say anything to make





I'll take the side of the ones

Whose feet touch the floor 

You'll take the side of the ones

Approaching lines to create life.

For starving eyes i know you will

Never make a proud home.





So take it to the back of the bar 

You make me think what you want to tell me. 

First i will say anything to make