things in my mouth hurt so bad they keep slidin away;
things in my mouth been there three years and a day:
you know what i mean, cause youre lifting up just the same way.
will you bring back that fire cooking me from the inside out?
jump into this thing and blast em on outta the house,
bring on that horn, the violin man and his big red mouse.

dontcha tell me them rules lit the road on the poor man's way;
you do such a thing, might as well surrender the day.
time aint a thing to a gunmetal belt
stavin off the day your alarm clock melt:
let em get me on the street, youll find out what he meant to say.


things in my mouth been there three years and a day;
things in my mouth got me slippin and slidin away:
you know what i mean, cause youre lifting up just the same way.
wont you bring back that fire cooking me from the inside out?
....... (get widdit, get widdit)
jump in with the strings, then blast em on outta the house,
....... (get widdit, get widdit)
get on the horn, bring your harp, and call up the mouse.


dont make me go out in that deep, dark, blistering night;
dont make me go out in that deep, dark, blistering night:
i know you dont want me lost out there,
you know i cant do nothin unfair,
i got no map and my boots they dont fit me right.