If you have a clue to what they might be, please email me.
Well I'm so nervous I could fall asleep
Curled up on the starting line
And I can only hear 'midst the booze and the cheers
Is a beat that's first in... then out of time
With my toe to the gravel
As the banner unravels
You're a pushover
You're not even in the race
By the time the lights go down
You've forgotten what you found
From the next one, and the next thing, and the next place
CHORUS:
Well we are the put on's
And we can agree on
The best way to settle you down
(We'll blow you all away)
Well here is a false start
From the new to the old heart
American when no one's around
Well there's a fake village for your highness
Where [something] remains to be unseen
But it's the money under the table
That forces me to intervene
So hail hail to me
I'm the common clerk
I've been chosen by God to... bring the rain
And oh my lord it's the devil's work
My reaction to this chain
Chorus
You're a flash in the pan, you see
There's nowhere else to go
You're chasing the candy, dear [uh, maybe?]
Who's at the finish line
While you're left behind
With the setting sun
As a starting gun
Chorus
I'll flash all my assets and you'll be swept away
Yes, you'll be so impressed as I blow you all away
I'll flash all my assets and you'll be swept away
Yes, you'll be so impressed as I blow you all away
(We are the Put On's)
I'll flash all my assets and you'll be swept away
(We'll blow you all away)
Yes, you'll be so impressed as I blow you all away
(We are the Put On's)
