I Fought The Broad (and The Broad Won)

Words they shoot off of your tonguemeet my back and I must sayyou have become now so courageous,no longer polite and melancholyif your mind could meet your mouth's movementyou might have something to sayyou touch the blade - I touch the phoneand into it this is what I will scream[Chorus:]Operator, operator can you hear meI think the line is dead on my sideTransistor, transistor I hear you fade indon't let the words break this is my lifeTraffic stops the car shows movementfrom the fight that breathes withinyou have stretched your tongue now I see itI see everything for what it isnow my heart beats to movementsof your hand slipping awayyou touch the blade - I touch the phoneand into it this is what I will scream[Chorus]So bite your tongue, your tongue:every breath you breathe exhales argumentsThese are the fights that are shaping me up and open or shy [x4]This is the rhythm I was singingto the beat of my feet as I walk away, walk away[x2]Whoa Whoa...[x2]And I'm not brain dead, I'm just shy<!-- alternatifim 300x250 --><!-- alternatifim 300x250 -->[ reklamı gizle ]var disqus_config = function () {shortname = 'alternatifim'; this.page.identifier = 'sarki96360';this.page.title = 'Secret Lives Of The Freemasons - I Fought The Broad (and The Broad Won) Şarkı Sözü'this.page.url = 'http://sarki.alternatifim.com/data.asp?ID=96360&amp;sarki=I%20Fought%20The%20Broad%20(and%20The%20Broad%20Won)&amp;sarkici=Secret%20Lives%20Of%20The%20Freemasons';};(function() { var d = document, s = d.createElement('script');s.src = '//alternatifim.disqus.com/embed.js';s.setAttribute('data-timestamp', +new Date());(d.head || d.body).appendChild(s);})();