There's a few things I've gotta say to you
Like the fact that I don't appreciate the way you step on my blue suede shoes
When the king directly told you not to
Guess the fact of the matter is you'd do anything to see me turn that shade too
Another game for your head
Walking backwards with a broken neck
Just throw your glass and I will step
Upon the cracks you have left
And I understand the way it works hand in hand
The dynamic called you and me is like a robber and his demands
So I'll keep loading bowls and doing hand stands
So maybe one day my legs are the place upon which I'll stand
Another game for your head
Walking backwards with a broken neck
Just throw your glass and I will step
Upon the cracks you have left