Adjectives on the typewriter He moves his words like a prizefighter The frenzied pace of the mind inside the cell
The man on the street might just as well be The man on the street might just as well The man on the street might just as well be
Outside, outside the walls Out there you don't hear the echoes and calls But the steel eye, tight jaw, Say it all, say it all But the white paint, plastic saints Say it all, say it all, say it all
Say it all (say it all) Say it all (say it all) Say it all (say it all) Say somebody's got to say it all Somebody's got to say it all
I'm so nervous, I'm so tense My heart can't forget about its self defense The air is so hot and my breath comes fast I thumb the cool blade but I know this can't last I thumb the cool blade but I know this can't last
Outside, outside the walls Out there you don't hear the echoes and calls But the steel eye, tight jaw Say it all, say it all But the white paint, plastic saints Say it all, say it all, say it all
Say it all (say it all) Say it all (say it all) Say it all (say it all)
Say somebody's got to say it all Somebody's got to say it all
Adjectives on the typewriter He moves his words like a prize fighter The frenzied pace of the mind inside the cell
The man on the street might just as well be The man on the street might just as well
Compositores: John M Mc Crea (Butch), George Kane ECAD: Obra #2234986 Fonograma #2505553