Testo Brick Walls

Well we danced without our shoes
But there's glass around our feet
And we'd walk around the town
But we're allergic to concrete

We'd be stuffed to the gills
But there's nothing here to eat
No there's nothing here to eat No there's nothing here to eat

Oh well we'd love to rest our eyes
But we hear the floorboards creak
So we lie with one eye open and clutch knives between the sheets

If there's no rest for the wicked
Well then we'll never get no sleep
We'll never get no sleep
No we'll never get no sleep

We're banging our heads against brick walls
And the walls are hard and our heads are soft
It's a painful way to get attention
It's a painful way to get attention It's a painful way to get attention
It's a painful way to get attention
It's a painful way to get attention
It's a painful way to get attention now