Postal Blowfish

Noticing the change, we are taking time

Everybody knows, everybody's fine

And we'll figure out purpose in the end

Unless we have to jump, unless we have to winHold your tongue, brace yourself

Give me a kiss, show me what I missedCan I find a phone? Can I drop a dime?

Can I get a loan, running out of time?

And I'll have a toast to what it's all about

Unless they move us out, unless they move us outHold your tongue, brace yourself

Give me a kiss, show me what I missedSeven dog legs hung to dry, it works that way

Postal blowfish makes me cry, it works that way

Begging on the nail, don't fail to clue me in

[Incomprehensible] frogs and crabs begin