You've been forewarned of the skake-shakedown.
Opinions stamped on the pulp of the tabloid newsstand gossip that stacks at your door.
You swallowed the last of free MA.
Car starts, four windows lowered away.
Last views of cityscapes crumbling.
Skyscrapers sink into the ground.
All static, no noise; turn the radio down.
Those bandwidth signals can't reach that far.
Don't go holding out on me now.
Don't go holding.
I thought that you had come to expect
I thought that you had come to expect more
I thought that you had come to expect
I thought that you had come to expect more
You've been forewarned of the skake-shakedown.
Opinions stamped on the pulp of the tabloid newsstand gossip that stacks at your door.
Don't go holding out on me now
Don't go holding out on me now
Don't go holding out on me now
Don't go holding
