The Beatles Follow

[Song also known as "Baby, Your Beard Hurts"]

So I say "forget it" while you reach, reach for the shotgun

you did it simple, but not close

You did on purpose

you serve a purpose on your own

and it was something like a movie's porn

and you both all drop your keys to the ignition

Squirm and lock,

'cause you don't turn that way

I make it

out like a(n)

accident all because it's true

I make it

out like a(n)

accident all because it's true

I make it (I'll make it...)

out like a (Right from wrong and...)

accident all because it's true

I make it (I'll make it...)

out like a (right from wrong and...)

accident all because it's true

I make it out like it's an accident

there's a fine line--blue's and purple

and I misplaced them

from my eyelids: (they're) coming out your stereo

I'm running circles on this town

it makes you, oh, so nervous

I'm a crash-course in de-sper-ation

I make it

out like a(n)

accident all because it's true

I make it

out like a(n)

accident all because it's true

I make it (I'll make it...)

out like a (Right from wrong and...)

accident all because it's true

I make it (I'll make it...)

out like a (right from wrong and...)

accident all because it's true

Break down up upon it

let it get to you a closer way

Take time up upon it

(Turn it down while I hold this drama)

(Turn it down while)

you were on time

I wasn't on and

there were keys that

made me stronger

What did you learn from a month of me?

this?

it's only this:

it's only this:

it's only this:

I make it

out like a(n)

accident all because it's true

I make it

out like a(n)

accident all because it's true