Very Small Men Lyrics

He's always there, but he's always wrong. Please turn the power back on, I can't stop sweating. The payment's sent with a letter of disappointment. It's just a beak, and six hundred teeth - this is the anarchy of beasts. If the dog can't handle me at my most reckless, then it doesn't deserve me at my most precise. Providing for your gentleman? I have some quick advice. A failed exorcism for the most aggressive boy; he's not fine, but he's alive. With a constant stream of brilliance, resting marks; though he'll survive. He's kind of a hero, he's fairly legit; an expat with more space to be lonely in. I'll be here - flexing; you want to feel like a man? Focus; you'll do what you can. You’ve made your bed, sleep in it alone.