Throw Songtext
von Scritti Politti

I can′t find a stand to take
To or from the road to ruin
Sure I've got the sense to make
A record of my own undoing
I should like to mention
A friend or some relation
I can throw my father
And you can trust me, son

I go back from time to time
To end the season, empty schools
All now are dull sublime
All within my golden rules
But you know I′m lying
I'm just sick and tired of trying
You could throw a party
And maybe I'll be there


Get me out of here
Let me show you my arms
I prefer the water′s edge
Seven locks and three cups baked
No allegiance left to pledge
More than that I couldn′t say
I was never better
Life before the letter
They can throw me comfort crumbs
But they can't bake the cake

Get me out of here
Let me show you my arms

Get me out of here
Let me show you my arms

Get me out of here
Let me show you my arms
Get me out of here
Let me show you my arms
Get me out of here

Let me show you my arms
Get me out of here
Let me show you my arms
Get me out of here

Let me show you my arms
Get me out of here
Let me show you my arms
Get me out of here


Let me show you my arms
Get me out of here
Let me show you my arms
Get me out of here
Let me show you my arms
Get me out of here
Let me show you my arms
Get me out of here
Let me show you my arms