Prizefighter 歌词

They rise from corners of their quarters And he and she are the prizefighters Verbose their swollen tongues Painstakingly the words are printed down like typewriters Let your broken jaw heal Screaming makes the paint peel Shut up, sit down I think it's getting kind of loud in here They stand a foot between their punches Nouns and adjectives flow out by sentence Each hand it points to knee Never leaving their sides exclaiming loud, but don't mean it Let your broken jaw heal Screaming makes the paint peel (Chorus) Loud in here Loud in here Loud in here Let your broken jaw heal Screaming makes the paint peel (Chorus)