On With The Show

On With The Show

Lawrence Arms (The)
(album: The Greatest Story Ever Told)

Telephone, telephone
What did you scream into your telephone? Telephone!
What did you scream into your telephone? Telephone!

I´m a shit stain slave with a grind of my own
I work day and night, less respect than a Juggalo

I´m frying on the outside and frozen in the center
I´m telling you, I´m telling you to watch out for my temper

You won´t like me when I´m angry
You´ll see banners everywhere

The street where I´m from,
in the town where I live is now barely even there

Telephone, telephone
What did you scream into your telephone? Telephone!
What did you scream into your telephone? Telephone!

I haven´t had fun in what seems like years
I had a thumbs up for you but it was caught in the gears

These tears are just onion eyes
This heart is just broken
This body is a break room where burnouts are smoking
This body is a break room where the burnouts are smoking

Telephone!

What did you scream into your telephone? Telephone!
What did you scream into your telephone? Telephone!

Telephone!

I´m a clown, I´m just here to entertain
Tear me up and stuff me down the drain

I´m a clown, I´m just here to entertain
Tear me up and stuff me down the drain

Ah!