I've got ways to make you talk
And I got fireguns in my rearview mirror
Oh, yeah man
Hallelujah, I saw his name
I'm talking to the walls again
Sure I am
Look down, do it again
We're where, where we'll be then
Close your eyes and count to ten
I'm out of here

Oh ho
You made me ride out of line
Cold and unkind but
Oh ho I got nothing but you on my mind

I just about had enough of all of yo colonial bluffin
Hurray
I don't think of me but her instead
And I remember every word you
Ever said
Well damn it, I should have known
That ya can never find you a home
When your concerns are not yo own
I'm out of here

Oh ho
You made me ride out of line
Cold and unkind but
Oh ho I got nothing but you on my mind
Ho oh boy
You made me ride out of line
Cold and unkind but
Oh ho I got nothing but you on my mind

She looks so pretty
In that gorgonzola dress
Oh my God
Amen
But have you ever had the dolce vita sing
Let me tell you (around around) around again

I wanna hold you accountable, explore the possibility
Apply for higher order
Um can you hear me?
I want to call ya in the middle of the night and you're all
Wired up dancing and all those pretty things that I love changing