I am all in a ball
In your front yard
I have this bag of hammers
And I won't ask to come in
Cause I have sold everything
Still I have got some manners
And there's a hole in your head
Spilled your thoughts on the floor
We wanted you bad
You wanted it more
The trick is
You do not get on that interstate bus
The catch is
You stay and see what becomes of us
Shake Shake Shake
Shake the frame of this house
Distress the wood make it shout
Oh, Oh
And as sharp as I sing
As sharp as I sting
It still soothes you doesn't it
Like a lick of ice cream