Chase Scene - Broken Social Scene

All the dirty fingers picking up finds

Bruised with a motherless childish mind

To be kind in the line of design

Without a prober subject

Got all apologies, signed up to steal

Prednisone body, topic of ill

For the chill and the thrill of the kill

I see my woman calling

'Cause I licked a little skin like a fear in my bed

Spilt all the toxic cream of my dead

To be bled or fed in the spread

Of equal wrong talking

Spoon me like a stereotype, rigging the race

Believing in a feather, particular face

With the grace for the trace to embrace

The frontal feel falling

I think I’m ready to go

I think I’m ready to fight for the scene of my life

I think I’m ready to go

I think I’m ready to fight for the scene of my life

Yeah, I’m ready to go

Yeah, I’m ready to fight for the scene of my life

Yeah, I’m ready to go

Yeah, I’m ready to fight

If the caterpillar cat turns free to a whore

The idea that there’s a seventeeth floor to explore

Like hardcore for the more

And never seem to free it

'Cause I gave a little long, yeah, I gave it a shot

Bought me some land and a beautiful plot

With a hot who was not to be got

By easy thinking thumbing

Bottled up can will eat through your life

Down with the deed of killing a wife

With a knife who thinks twice to the wise

I think my woman’s calling

Yeah, I’m ready to go

Yeah, I’m ready to fight for the scene of my life

Yeah, I’m ready to go

Yeah, I’m ready to fight

Yeah, I’m ready to go

Yeah, I’m ready to fight for the scene of my life

I think I’m ready to fight

I think I’m ready to fight for the scene of my life

I think I’m ready to go

I think I’m ready to fight for the scene of my life

I think I’m ready to go

I think I’m ready to fight for the scene of my life

Yeah, I’m ready to go

Yeah, I’m ready to fight for the scene of my life

Yeah, I’m ready to go

Yeah, I’m ready to fight for the scene of my life