Type Four Songtext
von Two Inch Astronaut

Drop down to my knees and ask you
If you help me achieve this thing
Then I′ll be okay for several days
But give it a week I'm making

Got a number of new solicitations
I would like to hang on you


Cause I get spells
It′s type four brittle rib
You probably never even heard of it
What the fuck is wrong with you?
Leave it hot
I better not catch you lying down
What do you do when you can't count to two?

There are two types of people in this world
Ones who can
Ones who can't

I know it′s good for something
I know it′s good for me
But I don't care
I don′t care
I don't care


It′s type four brittle rib
You probably never even heard of it
What the fuck is wrong with you?
Leave it hot
I better not catch you lying