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The Channels – Storytime (In The Street Of Spies) lyrics
Respect
The measure of a self-made man
Paragon, pissed-off king parasite
Night shifts, how the subjects do get restless
And check
The armor on the ice-cream van
Chiming it's a small world after all'
But it's still too big to go defenseless
It's story-time in the street of spies
Let's tuck you in again
Shit-talking at midnight
Ballistics in the searchlight sky
Wonder bread for generations
Who wouldn't pay for stronger medication'
It's story-time in the street of spies
Let's tuck you in again
Surface and dive, survive, survive
And get sucked in again
To the shadowed shell
On the carousel
Surveyor for new maps of hell
Get selective sight
& everything''s all right
You can't fall off the floor, right'
But you can perfect
The special kind of self-respect
We've come to expect
Brick-bats in the rain
The cops are on the way
The hours grind away like any other day
It's story-time in the street of spies
Let's tuck you in again
Surface and dive, survive, survive
And get sucked in again
To the shadowed shell
On the carousel
Surveyor for new maps of hell
I got selective sight
But nothing is all right
We're falling off the floor tonight
The measure of a self-made man
Paragon, pissed-off king parasite
Night shifts, how the subjects do get restless
And check
The armor on the ice-cream van
Chiming it's a small world after all'
But it's still too big to go defenseless
It's story-time in the street of spies
Let's tuck you in again
Shit-talking at midnight
Ballistics in the searchlight sky
Wonder bread for generations
Who wouldn't pay for stronger medication'
It's story-time in the street of spies
Let's tuck you in again
Surface and dive, survive, survive
And get sucked in again
To the shadowed shell
On the carousel
Surveyor for new maps of hell
Get selective sight
& everything''s all right
You can't fall off the floor, right'
But you can perfect
The special kind of self-respect
We've come to expect
Brick-bats in the rain
The cops are on the way
The hours grind away like any other day
It's story-time in the street of spies
Let's tuck you in again
Surface and dive, survive, survive
And get sucked in again
To the shadowed shell
On the carousel
Surveyor for new maps of hell
I got selective sight
But nothing is all right
We're falling off the floor tonight
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