Throw Your Glass

There's a few things
 I've gotta say to you
 Like the fact that I don't appreciate the way you step on my blue suede shoes
 When the king directly told you not to
 Guess the fact of the matter is you'd do anything to see me turn that shade too
 Another game for your head
 Walking backwards with a broken neck
 Just throw your glass and I will step
 Upon the cracks you have left
 And I understand
 The way it works hand in hand
 The dynamic called you and me is like a robber and his demands
 So I'll keep loading bowls and doing hand stands
 So maybe one day my legs are the place upon which I'll stand
 Another game for your head
 Walking backwards with a broken neck
 Just throw your glass and I will step
 Upon the cracks you have left