Chuck of 8 Chins
[Chorus:] Chuck of 8 chins
We adore you.
What’s that sound? It’s a mouth
That runs on beer and cigarettes
You’ve been burned on our brains
So long sometimes we tend to forget
What silence is like
Unplugging the mics.
[Chorus]
Every beat, every blip
Each harmony part with air in the notes
Others give the stink eye
You get to make that noise in your throat
The sidle attack
There are no takebacks
We gnash and we groan
And you’re all alone.
[Chorus]
You’re a star like a satellite
Or a PAR can burning too long
I confess: yeah, you bring it
But only when you’re part of the song
We know how to stand around
We know how that swoop swoops down
The truth must be turned up loud
Or not allowed.
[Chorus (x2)]
© 2007 John Brocato
We adore you.
What’s that sound? It’s a mouth
That runs on beer and cigarettes
You’ve been burned on our brains
So long sometimes we tend to forget
What silence is like
Unplugging the mics.
[Chorus]
Every beat, every blip
Each harmony part with air in the notes
Others give the stink eye
You get to make that noise in your throat
The sidle attack
There are no takebacks
We gnash and we groan
And you’re all alone.
[Chorus]
You’re a star like a satellite
Or a PAR can burning too long
I confess: yeah, you bring it
But only when you’re part of the song
We know how to stand around
We know how that swoop swoops down
The truth must be turned up loud
Or not allowed.
[Chorus (x2)]
© 2007 John Brocato