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Diseased Foot In Mouth Walking Through the Door

They want me to play the extra mile on the radar
your touch broken down noticing me
with these public affections when i talk
oh yeah thats what you want
your kiss broken down on your radar
Now or later crank me on
when no one else is in the room they tell me I'm crazy
heaven on earth lifestyles of the rich and famous
never been to heaven
but this is also nice crank me on
i cant let you get away
you want a piece of me

fire bursting in your face

American dream my foot is in my mouth
and give them more than the truth 
because they cant handle mine
all my life waiting for your pictures in the magazine
oh yeah oh my god too thin
yeah I'm hard core when the cameras are flashing
wether or not their watching

crank me on
wish you knew what he was getting into


i give them more spread myself thin
oh yeah yeah make you believe
I'm crazy about you shameless
when i walk my mouth is diseased
and i want a piece of you on my radar
 center of attention wont you give me a turn
make my own decisions
crank that soldier

what would i do if i ever lose you
why cant i live my life
uh oh yeah
your face your hands your love thats what i want
noticing you i got you on my
look but don't touch I'll take you higher
talking stuff about me? 
paparazzi flipped off pieced off street stripper soldier
sick and tired about

i got my foot in the door to lead them to the maze mansion 
point out the dead ends and turns
and were all in on it 24/ 7
the color of your eyes share my dreams i got you on my
crooked town of crooked people panicked industry
diseased is my foot perogative
soldier sick and tired

the ability to drive a man crazy 
catch me looking
oh yeah crank that
handling my business like you don't know trying to make it right to win this fight

ill give you more hard core ten dollar smile
as we play musical chair insane tag and we play 
your wold your touch your tongue lifestyles of the rich and famous
like its all been done before
extra extra look what he did

my foot is in the door thats what i want
preacher teacher break it down
just let me live spreading myself around

burn me
cold and fire permission
nothing i can do
i control myself and i want more perogative
cant tell me what to do
and they give me more
live the lessons of the scene
hot ice in the phillipines
really not soaps but pieces of me
strange relationships uh oh
yeah 
pieces of me on my radar


foot in mouth foot in the door mouth diseased
Copyright © | Year Posted 2007

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