1-4-5

I was standing there broken down wanting to cry
Like a Santa Claus drunk on the 4th of July
But I spoke not a word and I held my head high
Till I opened my throat on a 1-4-5

And I know what you're thinking
You don't have to lie
Something always feels wrong
When you tell me I'm right

'Cuz I know you too well
And I know what you like
And I'll bring it on home with that 1-4-5

And it's 1-4-1-4-1-4-5
And it's 1-4-1-4-1-4-5
And it's 1-4-1-4-1-4-5
And it's 1-4-1-4-1-4-5

I was counting out rattlesnakes under my bed
There were 25 Joshuas, 39 Jeffs
When you start talking numbers
I start turning red
Put a brand on my butt
And a price on my head

And I'll do as you say
Put my name on the line
Drill a hole in my brain
And I'll bleed myself dry
Cuz it's always the same
Trade a buck for a spine
And I'll tear out your heart with that 1-4-5

And it's 1-4-1-4-1-4-5
And it's 1-4-1-4-1-4-5
And it's 1-4-1-4-1-4-5
And it's 1-4-1-4-1-4-5

One day I will vanish mysteriously
To grow old and start taking things seriously
With no light in my eyes and no blood in my feet
I will stumble down, sputter out, stutter and squeak
Until sooner or later I can learn how to lie
How to say "how are you?" without wanting to die
When I open my throat, ain't no sparks gonna fly
Just a tired refrain, and that 1-4-5

And it's 1-4-1-4-1-4-5
And it's 1-4-1-4-1-4-5
And it's 1-4-1-4-1-4-5
And it's 1-4-1-4-1-4-5
And it's 1-4-1-4-1-4-5
And it's 1-4-1-4-1-4-5
And it's 1-4-1-4-1-4-5
And it's 1-4-1-4-1-4-5



Credits
Writer(s): Joshua Kilcoyne Arnoudse, Rakhal Dev Sastri
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