Paroles de Captive Audience

These undulating undertones Keep me glued to you As you walk me to the Iron Heart Bushwick The spot where your sleeve rides up is the horizon This push and pull So damn rehearsed This metric thud, thud, thud It goes off time I'm (I'm), dust (dust) Shivering lard beneath these shards As we trail off from the bar It's time for you to make a move You make me sick, it's all for you No need to cleanse, no common sense Just you, my captive audience (oh, oh) Time for you to make a move You make me sick, it's all for you (oh, oh) No need to cleanse, no common sense Just you, my captive audience