Cake

Shadow stabbing
Adjectives on the typewriter
He moves his words like a prizefighter
The frenzied pace of the mind inside the cell
The man on the street might just as well be
The man on the street might just as well
The man on the street might just as well be
Outside, outside the walls
Out there you dont hear the echoes and calls
But the steel eye, tight jaw,
Say it all, say it all
But the white paint, plastic saints
Say it all, say it all, say it all
Say it all (say it all)
Say it all (say it all)
Say it all (say it all)
Say somebodys got to say it all
Somebodys got to say it all
Im so nervous, Im so tense
My heart cant forget about its self defense