Testo di Charades

Roping the beast as we're crushed underfoot As we're tied to our backs, as our oxygen's cut What the hell were we thinking when we went from the gut? Mix up the signals, confuse the transmission We're licking our wounds and arousing suspicion But I'll paste on a smooth face - what the hell's a clean break? Bring out your hooks again It's some bitter pill to swallow Where's the sidewalk end? You'd better start talking... You threw a fit when they ransacked your fortress Well what can I do when I'm locked in your hope chest? You take the guess work out of making a new mess I cocked an ear to the traffic outside I wondered what it would be like to fly But I'll paste on a smooth face - what the xxxx is a clean break? Bring out your hooks again It's some bitter pill to swallow Where's the sidewalk end? You'd better start talking... Be a dear, fetch the razor. It's time to cut me loose again. In a sense innocence is slipping through the cracks again.