You get the ankles
and I get the wrists.
You get the ankles
and I get the wrists.
You get the ankles
and I get the wrists.
You come down to this.
Nerves are up
and the eyes all screwy
Blood like a panful
of boiling ratatouille
Hang from the axles of a box car
Follow the dotted line
Like a steer to Chicago
to the hooks of the Chicago man
I get all tripped up
my eyes turn to water
rug burns from a shag rug
struck dumb in the presence
polyester burns from a jacket
rub the skin thin
break down in a diner
then I pay the bill
cashier toothpick stuck in the ground
tiny lawnmower to mow me down
I could get lost in a lunchbox
lie low in the mittens in the lost and found
check amazon for Down To This mp3 download these lyrics are submitted by Chek! Songwriter(s): Sammy H. Stept, Chester Burnett, Frederick Hibbert, Lew Brown, Gabal Yuval, Yuval Gabay, Mark Degli Antoni, Sebastian Steinberg, Charles Tobias, Sam Stept, Michael Doughty Record Label(s): 1994 Slash Records Official lyrics by
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