Archers Of Loaf - Slick Tricks & Bright Lights Lyrics
Xing out the numbers puts me in a slumberCant call for help and nobodys at home.Had a premonition, icy cold suspicionFueled by superstition and slick tricks bright lights.It takes one million strips of paper fastened by one staple.To take the upper hand they say youve got to have a plan.Simple concentration, choked with hesitation,Simple conversation, no I dont understand.No, I dont understand how you got the upper hand on me.I dont understand how you got the upper hand on me.Xing out the number put me in a slumberSo hard to call for help when nobodys at home.Had a premonition, icy cold suspicionFueled by superstition, stuck in repetition.Youre calling me a liar, theres more smoke than fire.More smoke than fire if youre calling me a liar.On a million strips of paper, fastened by one staple.In one word, shut it down, shut it down.No, I dont understand how you got the upper hand on me.I dont understand how you got the upper hand on me.No, I dont understand how you got the upper hand on me.