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​Charades

This song is by No Knife and appears on the album Hit Man Dreams (1997).

Roping the beast as we're crushed underfoot
As we're tied to our backs, as our oxygen's cut
What the hell were we thinking when we went from the gut?
Mix up the signals, confuse the transmission
We're licking our wounds and arousing suspicion
But I'll paste on a smooth face - what the hell's a clean break?
Bring out your hooks again
It's some bitter pill to swallow
Where's the sidewalk end?
You'd better start talking...
You threw a fit when they ransacked your fortress
Well what can I do when I'm locked in your hope chest?
You take the guess work out of making a new mess
I cocked an ear to the traffic outside
I wondered what it would be like to fly
But I'll paste on a smooth face - what the fuck is a clean break?
Bring out your hooks again
It's some bitter pill to swallow
Where's the sidewalk end?
You'd better start talking...
Be a dear, fetch the razor. It's time to cut me loose again
In a sense innocence is slipping through the cracks again