mic city sons seem to dumb everything down
i got wished a lot of luck
and i'll tell you what it's worth now
it's a cold-blooded style
you're as good as they come
but you're such a fucking trial
you went and called me up
do you bother me on purpose
you make me feel like i'm half my age
and at least twice as nervous
'cause i never speak my mind
but i'm full of them then
anytime you feel up to face them
you go drink your problems still
you've got feelings left to kill
and i won't forget it too soon
it's a cold blooded style
you're as good as they come
but you're such a fucking trial
'cause i never speak my mind
you don't want me to speak my mind