I can never place the name with the face
I can never place the name with the face

Don't touch me
Don't touch me up to the tees by the numbers
It's not much but I'm going under
It's not much but I'm going under
It's not much but I'm going under

Liar, liar, everything's on fire
So I don't want to hear how you crossed the wires

Don't touch me
Don't touch me up, watch, I'll take it to the river
You'll come too, little Indian giver
You'll come too, little Indian giver
You'll come too, little Indian giver

So give us the keys now, we'll burn this hall of justice down
Around the ankles or just to the ground

Hats off to the city fathers, they're no longer a hundred feet tall
They're no longer, no longer
And we're just here another hundred feet stronger

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Writer(s): Daniel Bejar