I Was A Teenage Hand Model Songtext / Lyric

Cozied up to the toilet

Face stuck to the floor

I met expectations that I was tryin' to ignore

Job had such patience

I wonder, what's that like?

One hundred thousand million

But I hear that's what you like

So I was thinkin'

So these cities are sprouting

Like a spit in the eye

And this world isn't waiting

It's just passing me by

I just peak in the window

Lookin' inside

The butcher's got a fork in your face

I'm standing alive

And I was singin'