Lyrics: I had a bad reaction to your public hobby writings I get no satisfaction from your very recent sightings Cover your breath Cover your teeth Cover your breath Polish your speech
Like when I hear the sound of feet slapping on the runway Like a small bird pretty while it's crapping on the new day Cover your breath Polish your speech Cover your breath Polish your teeth
So disappointed I was that I had made small talk with you I'm not feeling your buzz I only smell your crock of stew Polish your teeth Alter your breath Alter your teeth Cover your breath
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She had some beauty and manners but you look like a bug Migrations of their type are such good planners and not smug Cover your breath Alter your speech Cover your breath Alter your speech
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You are proselytizing alone Listening to the voice with your ears You have regurgitated the tone Now sat in your tract for many years Picked up from dead things that you licked It's a feedback loop you can't evict
Cover your breath Cover your teeth Cover your breath Polish your speech Cover your breath Polish your speech Cover your breath Polish your teeth Polish your teeth Alter your breath Alter your teeth Cover your breath Cover your breath Alter your speech Cover your breath Alter your speech