She lays out the pages on the table
She lays out the pages of the script
The pages are all out of order
Order out of the pages the script of
You turned me over
Pushed my face into the branches
You tried to take me over
Now you expect me to follow you
Hell no
Garçons guillotine dessinent pays pas
Garçons guillotine dessinent pays pas
Now I feel like the Brooklyn Bridge
I feel like a sewer rat
I feel like a poison man
Now I feel like the Brooklyn Bridge
I feel like a rat on the train tracks
I feel like a poison man
You turned me over
Pushed my face into the branches
You tried to take me over
Now you expect me to follow you
Hell no
Garçons guillotine dessinent pays pas
Garçons guillotine dessinent pays pas
He remembers how her eyes used to dance around on the floor
Those eyes don't dance around much anymore
On the train tracks
He remembers how her eyes used to dance around on the floor
Those eyes don't dance around much anymore
On the train tracks
You turned me over
Pushed my face into the branches
You tried to take me over
Now you expect me to follow you
Hell no
Garçons guillotine dessinent pays pas
Garçons guillotine dessinent pays pas
Dessines pays pas
Dessines pays pas