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 buzzin 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