Black Mamba

We've got one chance to break out

And we need it now

'Cause I'm sick and tired of waiting

Sick of this fucking apartment

Love me, or leave me

Or rip me apart

This is the voice that I was given and

If you don't like it take a long walk

Off of the shortest pier you can find

And I'll be singing it out

I'll be singing

Oh, Mr. Magazine

Never wrote one single thing for you

Or your so-called music scene

You don't mean a thing to me

Pick it up, pick it up

It's what you wanted

Pick it up, pick it up

And you need it too

Pick it up, pick it up

It's what you wanted

Pick it up, pick it up

When they review the debut

What if the critics hate you?

Don't worry 'cause we might just catch somebody

Off their feet

Well they can love it or leave it

Or rip it apart

We're living what we're singing

So I guess that's a step in the right direction

Clever composition and the honesty, honesty

Oh Mr. Magazine

Never wrote one single thing for you

Or your so-called music scene

You both mean shit to me

Pick it up, pick it up

It's what you wanted

Pick it up, pick it up

And you need it too

Pick it up, pick it up

It's what you wanted

Pick it up, pick it up

So save your breath and the money you spent

Go work in retail and spare the suspense

Just don't take chances on anything at all

Anything at all

So afraid of anything that may not come that easy

Too afraid of anything you may not have seen before

So afraid of anything that may not come that easy

Too afraid of anything that may not

Pick it up, pick it up

It's what you wanted

Pick it up, pick it up

And you need it too

Pick it up, pick it up

It's what you wanted

Pick it up, pick it up

So save your breath and the money you spent

Go work in retail and spare the suspense

Just don't take chances on anything at all

Anything at all

So save your breath and the money you spent

Go work in retail and spare the suspense

Just don't take chances on anything at all

Anything at all