Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song A Lot to Say, artist - Glue.
Date of issue: 18.09.2006
Song language: English
A Lot to Say |
I found god in my boom box, hiding in the high hats |
Trapped under filters and waiting for kickbacks |
Or justice, plus it’s, whatever comes first |
We want the worst, to hurt less, and the best to work us up |
Into frenzies, we’ll be keeping it sharp |
Trying to drive but the world has got me in park |
My adrenaline gets me going, rolling through midnights |
Into promises hands, where the failure has no rights |
Or the chance for occupation, I’m done with aggravation |
We don’t need your separation; |
I’ll bring the words and music |
You bring the participation |
For every syllable that’s fitted to match, your sprit |
I’ll be filling you with groove, so catch the sequence |
Glue is true life, as honest as it gets |
Putting a bounce in your step and the love in your sex |
We’ve got a lot to say |
And even more to do |
We’ve got 3 mins left |
And then it’s up to you |
On the block where I live, it’s all respect and peace |
Trying to set examples by handing out strength to the weak |
The peak isn’t as far away as you might think |
But it’s takes more than contact highs and mixed drinks |
You blink and it’s gone, the stage and the lights |
I gamble my moments but always betting on my life |
While you sit and wait for the pawn to move itself |
I’ve been hustling, investing in fresh air for health |
Reasons like this, I’m seeing big waves to ride |
Rare records to find, with history to realign |
Tell a friend what you heard, that glue is on the way |
With a budget of zero and 50 shows to play |
It’s the same old story, but it needs to be told |
From orange county sun to the northeast cold |
You can get an the mindless nonsense somewhere else |
Cause here we try sneak experimental in on stealth |
We’ve got a lot to say |
And even more to do |
We’ve got 2 mins left |
And then it’s up to you |
I live to play favorites, in the smoky oxygen |
Doing my best to sing, like I’m Van Morrison |
Driving hard against the current with no sleep until Chicago |
Then crash on the couch of my TBA vatos |
We follow morals where religion is decision of self |
Where you’ve been working towards heaven but existing in hell |
I’m telling you, glue’s seen the best |
En route to something fresh we’re headed Midwest |
I never tempt fate, I respect her limits |
Keep my hands to myself then fantasize to the image |
Hold up love, it’s never too late to manage |
So focused on the punch, you can’t feel the damage |
It’s hard to keep the monotony out of the picture |
And quality was a looker and I admit that we miss her |
But each time we deliver better ways and bigger sounds |
She’s one step closer to coming right back around |
We’ve got a lot to say |
And even more to do |
We’ve got 1 mins left |
Then it’s up to you |
We’ve got a lot to say |
And even more to do |
We’ve got 10 seconds left |
And then it’s up to you |
We’ve got a lot to say |
And even more to do |
We’ve got no time left |
Now it’s up to you |