Adjectives on the typewriter

He moves his words like a prize fighter

The frenzied pace of the mind inside the cell



The man on the street might just as well

The man on the street might just as well

The man on the street might just as well be



Outside, outside the walls

Out where you don't 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 somebody's got to say it all

I said somebody has got to say it all



I'm so nervous, I'm so tense

My heart can't forget about this self-defense

And the air is so hot and my breath comes fast

I thumb the cool blade but I know this can't last

I thumb the cool blade but I know this can't last



Outside, outside the walls

Out where you don't 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 somebody's got to say it all

Somebody's got to say it all