Lyrics Check The Yard - Two Inch Astronaut

Check The Yard

Check the yard for spots I missed they’re clumping off and odorless
You find examples all the time catch me at the scene of the crime
And toe the line
Toe the line (x3)
Coddled (x3)
Fuck off
Dying for my neighborhood I’m grooving on your neighborhood
We plumb the depths of four square miles for something we don’t know yet
How’s it feel to know that?
How’s it feel with success?
Don’t answer that
Chuck the card that bore the number
Tear it up now torn asunder
Turn away and turn and ask the audience «are you having fun?»
Don’t answer that