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Taking Back Sunday Where My Mouth Is

away) Just to prove that I could Just to prove that I could I put my money where my mouth is I put my money where my mouth is I put my money where my mouth is

it away) Just to prove that I could Just to prove that I could I put my money where my mouth is I put my money where my mouth is I put my money where my mouth is

it away) Just to prove that I could Just to prove that I could I put my money where my mouth is I put my money where my mouth is I put my money where my mouth is

my style, if I don't get some ackrite I'ma have to ack-wild Blunt in my left hand, drink in my right Strap by my waistline, 'cause niggaz don't fight

like cornbread and biscuits And if it's broke 'round here, we fix it I can take ya'll where you need to go Down to my hood, back in them woods We do

Sunday mornin', ten a.m. My mouth is dry and my blood's runnin' thin I know where I need to be And I promise you, I'll be on that pew next week But I

crease in my clothes chain on my neck, rocks up on my wrist dirt up in my piss, gotta partna named Chris movin keys, lemme chop em down in my safe I gotta

my mouth and put down my guitar Sunday morning hold church down at the bar Get down on your knees and start to pray Oh, pray my itchy rash will go away Back

an ad is on, the show is gone From the box in front of me My eyes are burning radiation From the microwave that's on It's cooking my meal, it's a TV