Wall Of Mouths

Hit me

This is your life, so why do you do it?

You see it all like a film but I'm not in it

You don't like my attitude, or my tact

But I don't care, 'cause I don't like your soundtrack

The side of my head, an endless pain

I tip it to the side to let the bad things drain

Coming on strong, like a terminal prefect

Down the hole with the gene pool defects

I've got nothing to say, I'm not talking to you

I've got nothing to say, you're just a wall of mouths

I've got nothing to say, I'm not talking to you

I've got nothing to say, you're just a wall of mouths

Here we go again, the runaround circus

Looking to you for clues but I'm not worth it

You don't like my attitude, or my tact

But I don't give a shit, 'cause I don't like your soundtrack

The side of my head, an endless pain

I tip it to the side to let the bad things drain

Je suis l'etranger, ne pas deranger

[translation from French:

I am the foreigner, do not disturb]

Just drive me into the central reservation

I've got nothing to say, I'm not talking to you

I've got nothing to say, you're just a wall of mouths

I've got nothing to say, I'm not talking to you

I've got nothing to say, you're just a wall of mouths

[Cos that's the perfect ] boredom sway

And I'll invite them back to mine

The end of dialing nine, nine, nine, the fools

I drive her back to the bargain of sticks

Play reveille on a pile of bricks

[ they ] leave [me/them] [writing] six, six, six

I've got nothing to say, I'm not talking to you

I've got nothing to say, you're just a wall of mouths

I've got nothing to say, I'm not talking to you

I've got nothing to say, you're just a wall of mouths

I've got nothing to say, I'm not talking to you

I've got nothing to say, you're just a wall of mouths

I've got nothing to say, I'm not talking to you

I've got nothing to say, you're just a wall of mouths

Hit me

Hit me

Hit me

Hit me