Secret Lives Of The Freemasons - I Fought The Broad (and The Broad Won) lyrics

Words they shoot off of your tongue meet my back and I must say you have become now so courageous, no longer polite and melancholy if your mind could meet your mouth's movement you might have something to say you touch the blade - I touch the phone and into it this is what I will scream [Chorus:] Operator, operator can you hear me I think the line is dead on my side Transistor, transistor I hear you fade in don't let the words break this is my life Traffic stops the car shows movement from the fight that breathes within you have stretched your tongue now I see it I see everything for what it is now my heart beats to movements of your hand slipping away you touch the blade - I touch the phone and into it this is what I will scream [Chorus] So bite your tongue, your tongue: every breath you breathe exhales arguments These are the fights that are shaping me up and open or shy [x4] This is the rhythm I was singing to the beat of my feet as I walk away, walk away [x2] Whoa Whoa...[x2] And I'm not brain dead, I'm just shy