Useless Talent #66 Lyrics - Singles - For Our Hero

Were stuck on arms like track marks 

Hooded under the hum of lamp-posts 

Youre turning heads like a latch 

That stir boys like me from their sleep 

On, on tiptoes peeking in on, on the high life 

'Till the blinds pull in, I'm just fine 

Check, check-check, check 

The madness came with a mic stand 

So graceful, So gutless 

So graceful, So gutless 

Seems everybodys got a dance to this beat 

Uhuh and tongues are drumming on the necks of... 

Little baby, can you keep your composure? 

Uhuh, I think I lost it on the lips of... 

I just need to start over 

said like a sinner in shallow water 

Seen pretty birds pick at the bones of bees singing dance with me 

Tuck me in before the charm wears off 

To bed with whoever just to get lost 

I wanna be nothing more than something 

So graceful, So gutless 

So graceful, So gutless 

Seems everybodys got a dance to this beat 

Uhuh and tongues are drumming on the necks of... 

Little baby, can you keep your composure? 

Uhuh, I think I lost it on the lips of...