The Grammar Club - Four Fine Walls Lyrics
Your hand always feels so good in mineWell dilly-dally no way baby, hey, we're losing timeBombs and bullets are just part of the scenesAnd at the end your time is written like you've got a diseaseSo let's Split before you're ending up in a freezerThey put you on the cover till they don't really need yaThe hype gets out there and the book gets soldBut then they push ya stage left before your story gets told.Move, move, slide to theleft,move, move, slide to theright,drink, drink, bottle of,red,drink, drink, bottle ofwhiteI'm not crazy, maybe I have a dreamNo you're not the victim baby, I need you save meLet's make it the last scene, move on to the big screenKnow we're way too freaking indie to ever go mainstreamYou're the love of my life, hope you dig thatSay you gotta lotta luggage, we can lift thatIn no time they'll be wanting us deadOr I swear they'll have ya wearing little more than a treadMove, move, slide to theleft,move, move, slide to theright,drink, drink bottle of,dark,drink, drink bottle oflightWhat’s the worst thing that could happen if we were to bust out ofthese four fine walls?Creeping tempers flare we’ll find our answers there beyondthese four fine wallssure can bring it onShe walks down the darkest alleysShe got her bag clutched close to her breastShe takes her keys, hands shaking badlyChest, tight like hallways, ain't that alwaysThe way I see a damsel in distressPrincess not in this one but the nextAnd we wait, as we watch with some bated breathFor a caped crusader to save her from deathCuz all I'm seeing is repetitive penmanshipThat's steady lacking in ettiquette to feminist aesthetic , it'sStrictly irrelevant, a tree house no moreWith a no girls allowed sign hung on the front doorAnd she's surrounded by walls closing inShe's feeling trapped, forced into the posesOutfits that cut off her circulation, toesAnd fingers into fists as she breaks through the fourth wallLike John Cusack at his finestWe can leave these walls behind usSkip the panels then get off of the pageWere not the first to do it baby, just check out my boy WadeAnd screw what the fans say, they made it go this wayJason paid with a Joker wielded crowbar to the brainStart to feel like all our issues and our days are numberedBut I promise we can find a new world that we can discoverI'm on a brand new crusadeOut to prove there's more to life than the number ya get paidThe number of stock sold, you can't keep it on the shelfYou can bring entire armies, I can do this by myself, uh huhYou're my Wonder Woman and my Power GirlIf I had my druthers I would tell entire worldsBut first we gotta move away from this curseEveryday we live with danger so how could it get worse? Huh?
