No One Kicks You Here, Bruno lyrics

Crowded mouth Rows of teeth clacking under your brow It's like a crowded room Like a dead-line, like a subway during hush hour You're so cool all alone in your room I see the second floor light on I don't know what to do Breathe in the air, it tastes like cutery Tastes like salt in your coarse hair Brethe out the smoke Savory metal, it's enough to make you choke I know it's the same for you every day Can't changed what's permanently manifested in your brain It just gets so crowded here There's no room to move anywhere Because it just gets so crowded here Get out of my head