an orgy of critics
Singer:say anything
sweep the black super market!
sweep it up with your teeth!
put your feather in a box!
precious. bareback on your horse. gallop off course
filled with fury's force. there's a fire in the peach pit
you erased it but we saw you fake it
there's blood on the good book
suck out all the nerve and make it yours!
there's a fire in the peach pit
there's a fire in the peach pit
there's a fire in the peach pit
saw you fake it. you brought me to my knees. your art
it brought me to my knees. your art
you brought me to my knees
you're so perfect to please us!
you make all the right noise!
get the business clothes off!
and strip down to your voice!
we will show you your future
and choke the air from your world. you can be our once-twice-thrice-four
there's a fire in the peach pit
you erased it but we saw you fake it
there's a crack in the blank stare
back in the black raised hair
there's a fire in the peach pit
there's a fire in the peach pit
there's a fire in the peach pit
you brought me to my knees. your art
it brought me to my knees. your art
you brought me to my knees
i don't know who told you that
i don't know who told you that but it's a lie
i shall not deceive thee. i don't know who sold you that but it's a fake
i don't know who sold you that baby but it's a fake
'cause my eyes see straight behind me. never killed nobody
i promise you're my first;
you always remember your first
you brought me to my knees. your art
it brought me to my knees. your art
you brought me to my knees