I Fought The Broad (and The Broad Won) Lyrics - Singles - Secret Lives Of The Freemasons

Words they shoot off of your tongue 

meet my back and I must say 

you have become now so courageous, 

no longer polite and melancholy 

if your mind could meet your mouth's movement 

you might have something to say 

you touch the blade - I touch the phone 

and into it this is what I will scream 

[Chorus:] 

Operator, operator can you hear me 

I think the line is dead on my side 

Transistor, transistor I hear you fade in 

don't let the words break this is my life 

Traffic stops the car shows movement 

from the fight that breathes within 

you have stretched your tongue now I see it 

I see everything for what it is 

now my heart beats to movements 

of your hand slipping away 

you touch the blade - I touch the phone 

and into it this is what I will scream 

[Chorus] 

So bite your tongue, your tongue: 

every breath you breathe exhales arguments 

These are the fights that are shaping me up and open or shy [x4] 

This is the rhythm I was singing 

to the beat of my feet as I walk away, walk away 

[x2] 

Whoa Whoa...[x2] 

And I'm not brain dead, I'm just shy