Now we're speaking different languages

Sit back now silently
Just listening to the near misses
Ball one, ball two, foul ball, and you
Find my eyes from across the room
Sending out our signals
Crucibles and dogwhistles
Shibboleths from enchantresses
On walkie channel IV fixes

Woah, yeah we're never going back again
Speaking different languages
Woah
Woah, yeah we're never going back again
Now we're speaking different languages
Woah

Genie out the bottle
Now he's glued down to your couch
Inhaling bong rips, eating pop tarts
Throwing up right in your open mouth
And you try to scheme him back inside
Like a massive flying cockroach
Rolled up magazines and broom bristles
Cup and paper Rube Goldbergs

Woah, yeah we're never going back again
Speaking different languages
Woah
Woah, yeah we're never going back again
Now we're speaking different languages

Oh will you ever hold down a job again?
Oh will you ever make any more friends?
Oh will you ever let your mind relax and
Find a sense of satisfaction?
Oh will you ever hold down a job again?
Oh will you ever make any more friends?
Oh will you ever let your mind relax and
Find a sense of satisfaction?

Woah, yeah we're never going back again
Speaking different languages
Woah
Woah, yeah we're never going back again
Now we're speaking different languages
Woah
Woah, we're never going back again
Speaking different languages
Woah
Woah, we're never going back again
Now we're speaking different languages



Credits
Writer(s): Nathan Ward
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