Paroles: Braid. Under The Influence Of Tricyle Mechanics.

i've got a question for you
before i'm put in the charger
and scrambled behind the washer
my mechanic holder
do you have a copy
what's your twenty
yeah go ahead
that's a 10-4

ready to watch the watch face
tie me back into place
ready to watch the training wheels
disappear as three draws near
you're clear to land here


battery baby
show you my bruise
kiss it better
black and blue


you would never look under the compactor
big back breaks at tens and twos

you'll never know where i go to sleep
when the elevator closes you lose


you're so charming
permanent workbelt
me drink booze make stinking skin
you get charmed
when the elevator closes
i'm in


sugar sugar
i dare you to scream here
sugar sugar
you sure got one smokers
coughy coughy