Adjectives on the typewriter
He moves his words like a prize fighter
The frenzied pace of the mind inside the cell
The man on the street might just as well
The man on the street might just as well
The man on the street might just as well be
Outside, outside the walls
Out where you don’t hear the echoes and calls
But the steel eye, tight jaw
Say it all, say it all
But the white paint, plastic saints
Say it all, say it all, say it all,
Say it all, say it all, say it all
Say somebody’s got to say it all
I said somebody has got to say it all