He spoke a script
Dipped in the sort of talk to make you keep at bay
It�s all a trick
The slicked back slimy arms have got a war to wage

He�s got a laugh like a crackling wire
And he wants to put the bite marks on you
He wants to put the bite marks on you
And you twist my guts

As the only thing as repelling as his invitations
Of a dusky serf
And he said �I am the conductor,
Put me in a terror pocket�

He never slipped
Master in a craft he swept through respectable
Drop a dirty hint if he thinks that he could impress you with the unacceptable

And he has turned through all the pages with his fingers
And covered them with goo
And he wants to put the bite marks on you
He wants to put them on you and it hurts my back

As the only thing that�s as heavy as the adoration
Is the days of hanging out on the town
And it�s been a long time around
And he frightened me to death when he said
�I am the conductor,
Put me in a terror pocket�

Cause he�s trying to give me a ticket to a competition
And I don�t know why the odds are stacked
As he�s rolling out the running track


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    General CommentOi! This song is a favourite worst nightmare to figure out. Any input? I've listened far too many times than it is sane to do so and I am still at a loss for this song's particularities. This is at least sorted out better than it was previously. Alex changes the lyrics too, making it impossible to pin down one way.

    He spoke a script
    Dipped in the sort of talk to make you keep the gaze
    It’s all a trick
    The slicked back slimy arms have got a war to wage

    He’s got a laugh like a crackling wire
    And he wants to put the bite marks on you
    He wants to put the bite marks on you
    And you twist my guts

    As the only thing that’s repelling as his invitations
    Are his excuses
    And he said I am the conductor,
    Put me in a terror pocket

    And he has turned through all the pages with his fingers
    And covered them with goo
    And he wants to put the bite marks on you
    He wants to put them on you and it hurts my back

    As (Because) the only thing that’s as heavy as the adoration
    Is the days of hanging out on his arm
    And he spilled with all this sounding alarm
    And he frightened me to death when he said
    I am the conductor,
    Put me in a (the) terror pocket

    Cause he’s trying to give me a ticket to a competition
    And I don’t know why (how) the odds are stacked
    As he’s rolling out the running track
    lockergron June 27, 2010   Link
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    Lyric CorrectionThis is a correction to my previous post, which this site will not let me delete.

    Oi! This song is a favourite worst nightmare to figure out. Any input? I've listened far too many times than it is sane to do so and I am still at a loss for this song's particularities. This is at least sorted out better than it was previously. Alex changes the lyrics too, making it impossible to pin down one way.

    He spoke a script
    Dipped in the sort of talk to make you keep the gaze
    It’s all a trick
    The slicked back slimy arms have got a war to wage

    He’s got a laugh like a crackling wire
    And he wants to put the bite marks on you
    He wants to put the bite marks on you
    And you twist my guts

    As the only thing that’s repelling as his invitations
    Are his excuses
    And he said I am the conductor,
    Put me in a terror pocket

    He did a stint
    Master in a craft
    He squint through his spectacle
    He’d drop a dirty hint if he thinks that he could (can) impress you with the unacceptable

    And he has turned through all the pages with his fingers
    And covered them with goo
    And he wants to put the bite marks on you
    He wants to put them on you and it hurts my back

    As (Because) the only thing that’s as heavy as the adoration
    Is the days of hanging out on his arm
    And he spilled with all this sounding alarm
    And he frightened me to death when he said
    I am the conductor,
    Put me in a (the) terror pocket

    Cause he’s trying to give me a ticket to a competition
    And I don’t know why (how) the odds are stacked
    As he’s rolling out the running track
    lockergron June 27, 2010   Link

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