Shadow StabbingAdjectives on the typewriterHe moves his words like a prizefighterThe frenzied pace of the mind inside the cellThe man on the street might just as well beThe man on the street might just as wellThe man on the street might just as well beOutside, outside the wallsOut there you don’t hear the echoes and callsBut the steel eye, tight jaw,Say it all, say it allBut the white paint, plastic saintsSay it all, say it all, say it allSay it all (say it all)Say it all (say it all)Say it all (say it all)Say somebody’s got to say it allSomebody’s got to say it allI’m so nervous, I’m so tenseMy heart can’t forget about its self defenseThe air is so hot and my breath comes fastI thumb the cool blade but I know this can’t lastI thumb the cool blade but I know this can’t lastOutside, outside the wallsOut there you don’t hear the echoes and callsBut the steel eye, tight jawSay it all, say it allBut the white paint, plastic saintsSay it all, say it all, say it allSay it all (say it all)Say it all (say it all)Say it all (say it all)Say somebody’s got to say it allSomebody’s got to say it allAdjectives on the typewriterHe moves his words like a prize fighterThe frenzied pace of the mind inside the cellThe man on the street might just as well beThe man on the street might just as well