Songtexte: AM Taxi. Paper Covers Rock.

I pray for the worst to hear you bitch about the
First real not when the needle hits
Your high five's rolling into a fist
"Oh, God! Turn the radio off!
He's getting into this!"
And your words
They were all that I knew
Until I died on page in your year-end review
Research you don't have a clue
I learned it all from you

You can swear like daggers right before my eyes
You can never be sure
You can switch to blood when the ink is dry
You will never be heard
Now I write words like a target and your aim is poor
So give me your worst I don't feel a thing anymore

My downward path
Don't you forget to mention
You're selling out tickets to my intervention
RSVP you're a hell of a friend
Somehow I'll still sleep tonight
Raised on your dial in a FM hiss
Until I died on the air at the top of your list
Pointing fingers would you ever have guessed that
I learned it all from you

You can swear like daggers right before my eyes
You can never be sure
You can switch to blood when the ink is dry
You will never be heard
Now I write words like a target and your aim is poor
So give me your worst I don't feel a thing
Give your worst I can't feel a thing anymore

They sing it back 'cause we let 'em know that we mean it
Eyes glow in the darkest rooms and I've seen it
I've been thee one down in the front believing
Believing you were the one
You knew the songs I needed

It killed me the first time when I saw the headline
We'll play it loud
We're drowning out
Your jaded heart tonight

I pray for the worst just to hear you bitch about the
Last real note that I'll ever hit
Your high five's rolling into a fist
"Oh, God! Turn the radio off!
He's getting into this!"
Turn the radio off

You can swear like daggers right before my eyes
You can never be sure
You can switch to blood when the ink is dry
You will never be heard
Now I write words like a target and your aim is poor
So give me your worst I don't feel a thing
Give me your worst I can't feel a thing
Give me your worst I don't feel a thing anymore