Texty: TV On The Radio. Method.

Eyes wide my suddenly everything
flies by fine my lows are holiday
in instead clicking along the curb
clucking tongues how could they have a nerve

there is hardly a method you know
there is hardly a method you know

its a broken code started up yesterday
and it came true now mind was on holiday
its an open road ????????????
its an open book a story to tell the man

there is hardly a method you know
there is hardly a method you know
there is hardly a method you know
there is hardly a method you know

im a storm-faced cloud hanging in distropy
im a cold days clown napping at enemies
its a rough wild world could you please chaperone
its a mind field (????) so leave it the fuck alone

this is hardly the method you know
this is hardly the method you know

theres a purple cane strangling yesterday
theres a purple stain spat up on interstates
its an awkward stage grasping at anything
cause its locked the page cant find a word to say

but they want you to
oh they want you to
yes they want you to
oh they want you to

broken plates on dirty highways
in the way for any hombres
broken plates on dirty highways
in the way for any hombres

(Thanks to Luke for these lyrics)