With the pressure kids
And the master face
Take the temperature
But please don't scratch me out

We will close at five
Guess we both can wait
I built enough for sure
Please don't scratch me out

And life lines
Live below the waist
Well, it's a catcher
Please don't scratch me out

You can fuss and fight
You can figure it
And don't look first
Please don't scratch me out

And all the men arrive
And all the women leave
This blood isn't yours
Please don't scratch me out

It's a still life
That we celebrate
And with such a mouth
Please don't scratch me out

Copyright: Peermusic Publishing
Writer(s): Brendan Canning, Charles Spearin, Kevin Drew, Ohad Benchetrit