Mnspector Iorse Songtext
von This Town Needs Guns

"What′s wrong with all the evidence?"
I heard a man say
While his mind was lost in transient thought
Each one gave way so another could form
But in truth he knew it couldn't be thought

This science fills the silence
You won′t catch me now
I am someone else
Impossible to tell

Each entrance and exit
To guide me on
And end what I'd begun
Each entrance and exit

Why don't you step on off?
Cut this cord, take it up a notch
Why don′t you step on off?
Cut this cord, take it up a notch


"What sort is all this arrogance?"
I whispered lightly
While his eyes were burning holes in my back
Look at you debating healthy outcomes
Some new truth concludes without attestation

This science fills the silence
You won′t catch me now
I am someone else
Impossible to tell

Each entrance and exit
To guide me on
And end what I'd begun
Each entrance and exit

I have placed my faith in calculus
The equation for my character
Well I′m sure I'm no Pythagoras
In the future I will question their worth

Why don′t you step on off?
Cut this cord, take it up a notch
Why don't you step on off?
Cut this cord, take it up a notch