Liquid Paper - Cruel Hand

Write my name on a piece of paper

Yeah

Fold me up, save me for later

Yeah

Lone survival of a cold revival

Yeah

Backseat driver with the holy bible

I don’t know but I don’t want to

You pick me up and let me drop you

I don’t know but I don’t want to

You pick me up and let me drop you

You pick me up and let me drop you

Make a plane with liquid paper

Yeah

Wired me out, no eraser

Yeah

Torn the choir of a school recital

Yeah

Burn them down, here’s me for my my arrival

Yeah

I don’t know but I don’t want to

You pick me up and let me drop you

I don’t know but I don’t want to

You pick me up and let me drop you

You pick me up and let me drop you

You pick me up and let me drop you

You pick me up and let me drop you

I don’t know but I don’t want to

You pick me up and let me drop you

I don’t know but I don’t want to

You pick me up and let me

Drop you

Drop you

Drop you

Drop you

You pick me up and let me drop you (drop you)

You pick me up and let me drop you (drop you)

You pick me up and let me drop you (drop you)

You pick me up and let me drop you (drop you)