Spittin' Chiclets

Counting hours on an old egg timer, oh
Spittin' Chiclets in an open hand
Reflection in a broken slider
You accept, you're a mess, you're a wreck
You're a walking long distance plan

Ooh, oh, oh, oh
Ooh, oh, oh, oh, oh

Pretty penny for a vinyl sider, yeah
Sippin' whippets out of whipped cream cans
Feeding Skittles to a hungry spider
You're upset, you regret, you reflect
Then, you start in on an exit plan

Who rang my bell?
I'm paranoid
And there's a car that I don't recognize
It's cold as hell
I'll need a sweater if I'm going outside

Ooh, oh, oh, oh
Ooh, oh, oh, oh, oh

Captivated by a distant siren
Hеy, dog, could you hide the bone?
Hеar them climbing up the outside staircase
We'll act like there's no one home

Ooh, oh, oh, oh
Ooh, oh, oh

Who rang my bell?
I'm paranoid
And there's a car that I don't recognize
It's cold as hell
I'll need a sweater if I'm going outside

Ooh, oh, oh
I'll need a sweater if I'm going outside
Ooh, oh, oh
I'll need a sweater



Credits
Writer(s): John Mcsweeney, Manuel Fonseca, Matthew Carlson, Sean Dibble
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