Song | The Rats Dress Nice |
Artist | Uniform Motion |
Album | One Frame Per Second |
Download | Image LRC TXT |
So I am, held up again, by a demon’s door. | |
I check the clock and it’s all ticked off as its shadow paints the floor. | |
My fallback plan didn’t turn out sound but I see a way out. | |
Damn those eyes and those gormless dice, and the cars dished out. | |
I hold my breath till the second gong and put the silver files back in the drawer. | |
Oh my lord, give me a second chance, give me a few more bars and a sword. | |
A soldier’s truth in a silent room doesn’t need more light. | |
The highlight of a day at work, I sell my soul to suit myself and the rats dress nice. | |
Take my hand, close your eyes and pray. | |
Take a summersault through the day. | |
Lift up that chin, let the light back in. | |
Let the tears from your pen and the drops from eyes circle in. |
So I am, held up again, by a demon' s door. | |
I check the clock and it' s all ticked off as its shadow paints the floor. | |
My fallback plan didn' t turn out sound but I see a way out. | |
Damn those eyes and those gormless dice, and the cars dished out. | |
I hold my breath till the second gong and put the silver files back in the drawer. | |
Oh my lord, give me a second chance, give me a few more bars and a sword. | |
A soldier' s truth in a silent room doesn' t need more light. | |
The highlight of a day at work, I sell my soul to suit myself and the rats dress nice. | |
Take my hand, close your eyes and pray. | |
Take a summersault through the day. | |
Lift up that chin, let the light back in. | |
Let the tears from your pen and the drops from eyes circle in. |
So I am, held up again, by a demon' s door. | |
I check the clock and it' s all ticked off as its shadow paints the floor. | |
My fallback plan didn' t turn out sound but I see a way out. | |
Damn those eyes and those gormless dice, and the cars dished out. | |
I hold my breath till the second gong and put the silver files back in the drawer. | |
Oh my lord, give me a second chance, give me a few more bars and a sword. | |
A soldier' s truth in a silent room doesn' t need more light. | |
The highlight of a day at work, I sell my soul to suit myself and the rats dress nice. | |
Take my hand, close your eyes and pray. | |
Take a summersault through the day. | |
Lift up that chin, let the light back in. | |
Let the tears from your pen and the drops from eyes circle in. |