Underline everything I?m a professional in my beloved white shirt Underline everything I?m a professional in my beloved white shirt I'm going down among
I?ve been draggin' around From the end of your coat for two weeks, ahh Everywhere you go is swirlin' Everything you say has water under it, ahh You know
We expected something, something better than before We expected something more Do you really think you can just put it in a safe Behind a painting, lock
You?re pink, you?re young, you?re middle-class They say it doesn?t matter Fifteen blue shirts and womanly hands You?re shooting up the ladder Your mind
And pick me out a little piece of ground Where I can prove something to the world I can prove something to the world Don't look at me I'm the bus stop boxer
home Where the New York City winters Aren't a-bleeding me, bleeding me Going home Da da da Da da da Da da da ... In the clearing stands a boxer and
going home Where the New York City winters aren't bleeding me leading me going home [ guitar ] Lai la lai la la lai... In the clearing stands a boxer
clothes And wishing I was gone Going home Where the New York City winters Aren't bleeding me, Leading me, Going home. In the clearing stands a boxer
So you wanna be a boxer In the golden ring Can you punch like a south-bound freight train Tell me just one thing Can you move in a word like a humming
clothes and wishing I was gone Going home Where the New York City winters aren't bleeding me Leading me going home In the clearing stands a boxer And
What's the use in my advice that you just turn down? Swaying to a serenade, you never hear a sound But I know you know now Generate the false alarms
Surface, take to the breeze Offhand misdeeds Prudent motherly eye has passed me by Build on all of your guards Hopeless die hard Crawling low on all fours
Breached in straight lines Asked to stop Tunnel vision Wasted up We got lost We found ourselves Surrounded by things Getting closer All around us Blinding
I dont wanna say If it goes away And I dont wanna try You dont have to lie And I dont think I said What I should have said I never caught you out Though
Look brave, look brave, my innocent Don't talk, these walls are thin Shield your ears Shield your ears from your vertigo Won't hear us roam 'round here
Throw yourself in front of this, before it goes to long. Ask the questions that you want, when they all seem wrong. Because I saw you first drift right
You Eh why you looking at me You got something to hide I got something to see Stay Right where you stand And then when I say go You gonna take what you
Caught on a tongue that can never speak Empty threats that scratch your cheek Tattooed on in crimson red Velvet bruise beneath this head Offer up another