john congleton

john congleton

the pAper chAse-Wait Until I Get My Hands On You (Lyrics)

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I uh, worked 9 hours sick making this lyric video for Wait Until I Get My Hands On You, track 4 from the pAper chAse's album "Now You Are One Of Us" the pAper chAse is pretty much John Congleton, yeah Him and Jason Garner ,Bobby Weaver, and Sean Kirkpatrick. I'm probably going to start making these regularly Yeah, all the art's done by me. Lyrics: Go ahead and eat your death Lick your lips and see what fruit bears It's your mouth, it's your throat, it's your belly What's it to me, you seem happy To blindly toss those apple seeds Of vile discourse and the flit and the spit and the bile, all the while It serves you right, it serves you right To take your clothes off by the hearthside, then join me bedside Where the houses are eating their owners Yeah, it serves you right, it serves you right 'Cause god forbid you ever let me inside, or there within Heaven forbid you'd show your underbelly So go ahead, hold your breath Be my guest, and see if I care 'Cause it's your life, it's your body in the morning What's it to you, my sweet bijou 'Cause if you knew what was good for you, You'd stand there lowborn to drop every rampart and drawbridge So save your breath for cooling your tea and your porridge So help yourself, it's okay 'Cause if this gets you through the night Well then hey, hey it's your night, and it's your right, it ain't my business Red vein your nose with cheap cologne And let's slither out of these filthy clothes And dust you off, send you off, get you breathing And I don't wear my safety belt And I don't watch my ass when I'm by myself And I sleep like a baby with candles burning And I skip down dark alley lots And I don't look both ways before I cross the street Or my heart or my fingers and my fingers say It serves you right, it serves you right 'Cause if it makes you feel a tiny bit warmer reside by the torch light With the outright crass indistinction And it serves you right, it serves you right 'Cause god forbid you ever let me inside or there within Heaven forbid you give a good god good evening So go ahead, hold your breath Be my guest, see if I care 'Cause it's your life, it's your face in the place of the mirror And here's to you, merci beaucoup But wait till I get my hands on you That's all what you will get -- a bear hug from your armless brother So save your teeth for the toothy grins to your mother Yeah, go ahead, please yourself Wring your hands, throttle best-laid plans They're alive, they're a bishop, a loose leaf, a bottle I come to hear my neighbors' thoughts So I will saunter down this hallway dark I'm alive, I'm alive, I'm alive, god willing, I'm alive --- I apologise for whatever errors there are