Shouting Lyrics - Show Me Your Fangs - Matt Nathanson

All my friends are drunk 

Living in the future 

All my friends are punks 

Who never heard the Clash 

All my friends are vain 

But scared of their reflection 

Aiming for the wall 

Never feel the crash 

It's ours to win 

We'll keep throwing punches 'til the walls cave in 

Thieves in the temple 

Eve and the apple 

Everybody's twisted, baby, trying to fit 

Head full of judges 

Mouth full of luggage 

We whisper, baby, we should be shouting 

Shouting 

All my friends are straight 

But play at being crooked 

All my friends are rich 

But always strapped for cash 

All my friends are sad 

But want to live forever 

Back against the wall 

Face against the glass 

It's ours to win 

We'll keep throwing punches 'til the walls cave in 

Thieves in the temple 

Eve and the apple 

Everybody's twisted, baby, trying to fit 

Head full of luggage and 

A mouth full of judges 

We whisper, baby, we should be shouting 

Shouting 

Shouting 

Everybody's twisted, baby, trying to fit 

Everybody's twisted, baby, trying to fit 

Everybody's twisted, baby, trying to fit 

Everybody's twisted, baby, trying to fit 

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