Lyrics
One, two, ready, and
I’m at the gates of the compound, cryin’, “Let me in”
I’ll do the triangles
I’ll do the secrets
Just tell me where to begin
Teach me the handshake
Show me the path
You need some grace and honey, I need a bath
Show me the motions
I’ll go along
You do your dance and baby, I’ll play the song
All cut up like a Horcrux
All tore down just-a gone around, boo-hoo
I’ve looked over my shoulder
I’ve peered through the blinds
I ripped a stranger’s bong
I sung a scary song
In places I didn’t belong
To folks who didn’t want me there
And I owe the doctor money
But I’ll pay him on Sunday
Teach me the handshake
Show me the path
You need some grace and honey, I need a bath
Show me the motions
I’ll go along
You do your dance and baby, I’ll play the song
All cut up like a Horcrux
All tore down just-a gone around, boo-hoo
Get down
I met real poets
The one’s that don’t even know it
They work at Jiffy Lube
They work at Braum’s
They don’t read the papers
They’re just-a rolling along
Teach me the handshake
Show me the path
You need some grace and honey, I need a bath
Show me the motions
I’ll go along
You do your dance and baby, I’ll play the song
All cut up like a Horcrux
All tore down just-a gone around, boo-hoo
I’m at the gates of the compound, cryin’, “Let me in”
I’ll do the triangles
I’ll do the secrets
Just tell me where to begin
Teach me the handshake
Show me the path
You need some grace and honey, I need a bath
Show me the motions
I’ll go along
You do your dance and baby, I’ll play the song
All cut up like a Horcrux
All tore down just-a gone around, boo-hoo
I’ve looked over my shoulder
I’ve peered through the blinds
I ripped a stranger’s bong
I sung a scary song
In places I didn’t belong
To folks who didn’t want me there
And I owe the doctor money
But I’ll pay him on Sunday
Teach me the handshake
Show me the path
You need some grace and honey, I need a bath
Show me the motions
I’ll go along
You do your dance and baby, I’ll play the song
All cut up like a Horcrux
All tore down just-a gone around, boo-hoo
Get down
I met real poets
The one’s that don’t even know it
They work at Jiffy Lube
They work at Braum’s
They don’t read the papers
They’re just-a rolling along
Teach me the handshake
Show me the path
You need some grace and honey, I need a bath
Show me the motions
I’ll go along
You do your dance and baby, I’ll play the song
All cut up like a Horcrux
All tore down just-a gone around, boo-hoo
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