Some of the lyrics aren't right, or are missing things... here's what I got:
So calculated, the words that come.
But the glorious shine of a polished tongue.
Have you been up practicing all night long?
Your mouth forms chords
and arpeggiates.
At first it’s sweet but then nauseates.
Have you been up
sweating this all night long?
At the crack of dawn you’re out again to show the
world just where you stand
you dressed in your good suit today.
Polished your shoes for such an occasion...
pressed that shirt and slicked back hair
straightened that tie now get out, get out there!
the tile is
burning through your rubber soles
the sweat is beading forming tiny pools
you’re pacing and you’re scaring the shit out of your kids
there’s white foaming up in the corners of your mouth
the neighbor kids are laughing
and they’re pointing at your house
your wife’s ashamed. She’s pulling all the blinds.
You’d think you'd get the picture after time.
Your roof
is slowly growing weak sagging stretching like your speech...
oh my science!
He’s on the roof again!
Citing scripture and throwing up his…
they said "I don’t think he’s coming down"
they said "I don’t think he’s coming down"
oh my science
He’s on the roof again! Citing scripture and throwing up his
"Does he think he’s conducting some great
orchestra?
"Does he think he’s conducting some great
orchestra?
Cause he’s waving his hands and I can’t help but sing:
Oh my science he’s on the roof again
citing scripture and throwing up his
hands."
Oh my science he’s on the roof again
citing scripture.
He’s throwing up his
hands."
Oh my science he’s on the roof again
citing scripture.
He’s throwing up his
hands."
he’s not missing a beat hitting every note
not discouraged by their laughter
he’s not missing a beat hitting every note
not discouraged by sharp fingers
you dressed in your good suit today
polished your shoes oh what a waste
pressed your shirt and slicked your hair
and all you got were empty stares...
Some of the lyrics aren't right, or are missing things... here's what I got:
So calculated, the words that come. But the glorious shine of a polished tongue. Have you been up practicing all night long? Your mouth forms chords and arpeggiates. At first it’s sweet but then nauseates. Have you been up sweating this all night long? At the crack of dawn you’re out again to show the world just where you stand
you dressed in your good suit today. Polished your shoes for such an occasion... pressed that shirt and slicked back hair straightened that tie now get out, get out there!
the tile is burning through your rubber soles the sweat is beading forming tiny pools you’re pacing and you’re scaring the shit out of your kids there’s white foaming up in the corners of your mouth the neighbor kids are laughing and they’re pointing at your house your wife’s ashamed. She’s pulling all the blinds. You’d think you'd get the picture after time. Your roof is slowly growing weak sagging stretching like your speech...
oh my science!
He’s on the roof again! Citing scripture and throwing up his…
they said "I don’t think he’s coming down" they said "I don’t think he’s coming down"
oh my science He’s on the roof again! Citing scripture and throwing up his
"Does he think he’s conducting some great orchestra? "Does he think he’s conducting some great orchestra?
Cause he’s waving his hands and I can’t help but sing:
Oh my science he’s on the roof again citing scripture and throwing up his hands." Oh my science he’s on the roof again citing scripture. He’s throwing up his hands." Oh my science he’s on the roof again citing scripture. He’s throwing up his hands."
he’s not missing a beat hitting every note not discouraged by their laughter he’s not missing a beat hitting every note not discouraged by sharp fingers you dressed in your good suit today polished your shoes oh what a waste pressed your shirt and slicked your hair and all you got were empty stares...