Helmet - Tic lyrics

rate me

The tic begins where's the manned end?

The climate change will never get in

Silent and strong and prepossessed

You never need to make your own mess

Weasel to me in charming to some

Loathsome and glib

Habits like self-love

Wearing slim fast you carve your niche

Lean smug back and work your pitch

And all the way I'm goneno

Demon race to find

You paint it up and know that

Any face can lie

Affect my greatest stylewhat

Suits me best of all

Keep my pocket filledlean right and

Fall