Artista: Say Anything
  Canción: An Orgy Of Critics

sweep the black super market
sweep it up with your teeth
put your feather in your box
(take off, take off)
send it off to me
i smell oxygen, precious
bareback on your horse
gallop off course, get off
(get off, get off)
filled with fury's force

there's a (fire) in the peach pit
a (blaze) in the snake pit
(You) erased it but we
saw you fake it
there's (blood) on the good book
(love) in the bad brook
suck out all the nerve and make it yours

you brought me to my knees
your art it brought me to my knees

you're so perfect to please us
you make all the right noise
get the business clothes off
(take off, take off)
and strip down to your voice
we will show you your future
and choke the air from your world
you can be our once, twice, thrice
four times then goodbye girl

i don't know who told you that
but it's a lie, believe me
i swear i shall not deceive thee
i don't know who sold you that
but it's a fake, remind me
my eyes see straight behind me
i've never killed nobody
i promise you're my first
you always remember your first