You'd hold on to nothing
If it fit in your hands
Pockets and bags just won't understand
The common disorder of heads on the rise
Don't smell with the nose or see with the eyes
I am just waiting for something to happen

And all sense is lost
You'd callous the body
To make you a man
Harder to touch but that was the plan
Will you behold a revolution with style?
You'd swap your hands for a new set of teeth
The chatter goes well and it's well preserved
The grass remains green if it's left undisturbed


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    General Commentwow nobodys commented on this one? definitely one of my favorite songs by the bald.
    noisetothetapeon January 04, 2006   Link
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    General Comment"you'd hold onto nothing, if it fit in your hands"

    that line is amazing.I can't believe this is only the second comment. this is a more serious side of piebald that i had never really saw before hearing this song.
    LetsHearItForLoveon January 20, 2006   Link

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