Trust me on this one Tuesday's when we will come With our guns, with our knives You swallow all that we put on your plate You come when we call And you dance when we say so Air is good and thin Sun hangs low from your ceiling Man made of tin march across your bedroom wall You come when we call And you dance when we say so
[00:17.239]Trust me on this one [00:27.410]Tuesday's when we will come [00:37.443]With our guns, with our knives [00:47.493]You swallow all that we put on your plate [00:59.963]You come when we call [01:06.372]And you dance when we say so [01:24.781]Air is good and thin [01:34.823]Sun hangs low from your ceiling [01:45.047]Man made of tin march across your bedroom wall [01:57.485]You come when we call [02:03.624]And you dance when we say so
