Darwin Deez - All In The Wrist
Wipe the knife and slice through another new head of iceberg
I serve more hors doeuvres to the trashcan than to any man where I work
Waste in this place is a terrible thing to mind, likewise time
And Im sure stacking glasses in the back is a total waste of mine
But is it all just as small as it seems to be?
Its obscene what the scenery costs when dreams are free
Sundays she makes dates with inmates and reads to each one from books
And when their fingers linger under big words they give her dumb looks
She believes in Stephen hes been writing an exciting piece of prose
Though only weeks from his release and the police are patting down his clothes
But the long way is never the wrong way when its homeward
To be happy, yeah if you ask me, is only a matter of homework
And its all in the wrist
Care do not I you can words my twist
Cause its
