Postal Blowfish

Noticing the change, we are taking time Everybody knows, everybody's fine And we'll figure out purpose in the end Unless we have to jump, unless we have to win Hold your tongue, brace yourself Give me a kiss, show me what I missed Can I find a phone? Can I drop a dime? Can I get a loan, running out of time? And I'll have a toast to what it's all about Unless they move us out, unless they move us out Hold your tongue, brace yourself Give me a kiss, show me what I missed Seven dog legs hung to dry, it works that way Postal blowfish makes me cry, it works that way Begging on the nail, don't fail to clue me in (?) frogs and crabs begin