bread machine

Music by Ratatat, Lyrics by None Like Joshua. Sorry I forgot to record the first part, video will come in towards the end. Full lyrics at nonelikejoshua.wordpress.com Lyrics: Seventeen years and it doesn't make sense. Seventeen years and you never take hints. Well shedding those tears isn't gonna pay rent. So you either walk away, or you can say what you meant. Seventeen years, and you're never outside. Seventeen years, open your mouth wide Cause you're about to get a plate of a reality You never started doubting me, you proud of me? So be what you're allowed to be Seventeen years, never let your guard down Seventeen years, now you're part of our town Walk around with a frown, and the sound's too loud Well grow a pair, no one's there to help you out. Seventeen years, and you never rolled the dice. Seventeen years, and you're cold as the ice. Get a new pair of pants for the slanderous lies. Walk tall, talk small, then stand up and fight. Meet Jimmy -- he's a type of average slick. Always plays it safe with no magic tricks Up his sleeve. Stays away from cutlery, but Playing with the fire is a plus to me. Ordinarily respected, barely an exception. Married to a woman that never asks questions about his life - or his daily routine. Cause she knows it never changes and his shirt is too clean He's a new machine with a suit and a tie. Two eggs for breakfast with some juice and rye bread Belt's never loose, and the pants too tight. Can't dance for his life, or stand up and fight ...