When I want to feed
But I don't know why
When I want to feel
I'm not talking
Or corner cropping
Send pound for pound
I'll use my know-how

Got a list of lips
Twisted tongues and tips
Fancier than church
Instead, install
Cold hands, hot heart
Burning black cloud
I'll use my know-how


Laura and Marty went to a party
And they hard-lined
I've no intention
Not to mention
That you hard-lined

So you've lost your touch
Limp and losing sleep
If you don't have fun
Crowd turned panic
Destroyed, damaged
Born to a ghost town
I'll use my know-how