Talking Out-Louds

You left a bad, bad sound in my mouth

From all the talk-a, talk-a, talking out-louds

When momma warned me not to peep out of sound

You made a bad, bad sound in her mouth

They left a big, big hole in our wall

And always swinging like a wrecking ball

Oh, how the world looks from ten feet tall

Oh, how I never meant to feel so small

There was green on the grass

There was blue in the sky, so high

And I was sliding around

They were calling me down the way

We left a trail, a trail of feet on the ground

From all the stomp, stomp, stomping around

We got and would've never been found

We left a trail, a trail of feet on the ground

We took a little bit of hell from the fire

It burned us all for being gluttoning liars

While all the squeaky cleaners went somewhere higher

All of us dirty birdies flew in the fire

There was green on the grass

There was blue in the sky, so high

And I was sliding around

They were calling me down the way

There was green on the grass

There was blue in the sky, so high

And I was sliding around

They were calling me down the way

They were calling me down the way.