I'm walking a tight rope the length of the grand canyon
Can't even see the end or how far it spans
I look left, right and down and see hell
I look straight ahead and I'll I hear is hell's bells

I lose my balance from time to time
I've yet to fall walking this line
Don't worry I'm not gonna whine
I can handle today, though I don't feel fine

Ch1:
So just keep walk walk walking 
On my walkie-talkie
Try not to think of things that truly haunt
Just keep walk walk walking
Just keep walk walk walking

(Shitty improv guitar)

Please don't play me for a fool
You know just as well as I do that I'm talking to you
You cried a river, where's the boat to get over it?
You'll hear "Silly thing, it's like he never quits"

But was it me, or you who just said that
My stomach no longer has a bottomless pit
You can probably tell by now that I sometimes like to spit
I'll spit on you, I'll spit at you and I won't regret it

Ch2:
So just keep walk walk walking 
On my walkie-talkie
We all heard your words "try and stop me"
Just keep walk walk walking
Just keep walk walk walking

I'm not as mess up as I am, I'm "just pretending"
The first true "lie" in one of my song, when should I "stop defending"
When should I "stop"
Maybe now?

Misquitos ("Miss ski") tend to hate my tainted blood
I haven't seen a spider in…. seems like months
Old dog, new "tricks", 
Yet black cats seem to think I'm bad luck, they see me and split

I am a little too nuts right now (lack of sleep)
Every time I am this way, all the fucks I have to give seem to be…(out)
Out of stock
Love me or hate me just DON'T MISINTERPRET MY SONGS, 
You do it way too much

Ch2

B MOVIE

Download “Party at the NSA” and your money goes straight to the Electronic Frontier Foundation, who will defend us all from living in a total surveillance state.

http://partyatthensa.com

Written, Produced, & Recorded by Jona Bechtolt & Claire L. Evans
Bass by Rob Kieswetter
Guitar solo by Marc Maron
Mastered by Timothy Stollenwerk
Cover art by Tim Lahan

L Y R I C S :

Did you read my mail again?
How do you find the time?
I lost my signal yesterday, 
But it was never mine.

We don't need no privacy.
What do you want that for?
Don't you think it'll spoil our fun
If you let that whistle blow?

P-P-P-Party at the NSA,
Twenty, twenty, twenty-four hours a day!

There is a rainbow at the end of every P-R-I-S-M.

Be careful where you look today,
Careful what you share. 
We're gonna make history.
But it won't know we're there.

The world looks stranger when you look
Through electronic eyes.
There's a place in the Beehive State
Where the network goes to die.

P-P-P-Party at the NSA,
Twenty, twenty, twenty-four hours a day!

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