Born red with blush no face can feed
The color of a ponzi scheme
And recognize, all hands have hooks pop risk with a pistol pointing south there's sand in the river's mouth so ride it out, there's still time to swim...
They've had enough, they've had enough, they've had enough, they've had enough.
Come breathe with a poor man's paper doll, that was buried in the leaves last fall and raking will, bring to the surface again some distances are meant to be crossed some are shrinking violets some of us, don't pretend at all...
They've had enough, they've had enough, they've had enough, they've had enough.
So you got the courage now, to write a love song without one metaphor it's power drill, it's a carbide cone with a sharpened edge and an electrical cord-see it reaching, on't reach out, far far away.
So you got the cool eye now, your looking out for one while everyone keeps their cool eyes on you, they're on a tight ship down like a tiger paw
With retractable claws -see it reaching, don't reach out, far far away.
Come breathe with a poor man's paper doll that was buried in the leaves last fall
And raking will, bring to the surface again.
Some distances are meant to be crossed some are shrinking violets.
Some of us, don't pretend at all...
They've had enough