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so calculated, the words that come. ah!but the glorious shine of a polishedtongue.have you been up practicing all night long?your mouth forms chordsand arpeggiates.it sounds so sweet but then nauseates.have you been upsweating this all night long?at the crack of dawn your up again to show theworld just where you standyou dressed in your good suit today.polishedyour shoes for such an occasion...pressed your shirt and slicked yourhairstraightened that tie now get out there!get out there!the tile isburning through your rubber solesthe sweat is beading and forming tinypoolsyouve been pacing and youre scaring the shit out of your kidsthereswhite building up in the corners of your mouthSongtextethe neighbor kids are laughingand pointing at your houseyour wifes ashamed. she's pulling all the blinds.you'd think you'd get the picture after time after time after time.your roofis slowly growing weak sagging stretching like your speech...oh my science!hes on the roof again!citing scripture and throwing up his handstheysaid "i dont think hes coming down""does he think hes conducting some greatorchestra? cause hes waving his hands and i cant help singing:oh myscience! hes on the roof again!citing scripture and throwing up his hands.dearscience hes on the roof again!citing scripture andthrowing up hishands."hes not missing a beat hitting every notenot discouraged by theirlaughterhes not missing a beat hitting every notenot discouraged by sharpfingersyou dressed in your good suit todaypolished your shoes oh what awastepressed your shirt and slicked your hairand all you got were emptystares... Aus Songtexte Mania