Postal Blowfish - Albert Hammond Jr

Noticing the change, we are taking time

Everybody knows, everybody’s fine

And we’ll figure out, purpose in the end

Unless we have to jump, unless we have to win

Hold your tongue, brace yourself

Give me a kiss, show me what I’ve missed

Can I find a phone, can I drop a dime

Can I get a loan, running out of time

And I’ll have a toast to what it’s all about

Unless they move us on, unless they move us out

Hold your tongue, brace yourself

Give me a kiss, show me what I’ve missed

Seven doglegs hung to dry, it works that way

Postal blowfish makes me cry, it works that way

Begging on the nail, don’t fail to clue me in

Cluster frogs and crabs begin