The Nineties Testo

On the list of things that just might kill me
You're right behind quicksand in the nineties, baby
With a lot of things that never will be
It's like a minefield
Stay on the line, please, baby
Stay on the line, please
Stay on the line, please

Sometimes, always, I get nervous
Always something out to hurt us Sticks and stones can break my bones
But words, they hurt
Lightning strikes, it's been a long time
It's my fault, I'm on a fault line
Take the blame, of course, it's all mine
It gеts worse

On the list of things that just might kill me
You'rе right behind quicksand in the nineties, baby
With a lot of things that never will be
It's like a minefield
Stay on the line, please, baby
Stay on the line, please
Stay on the line, please

Check behind the curtain
Open up the back seat
Check for strangers
Unfamiliar persons
Yet another, lastly Plan for danger

Standing when I should be running
Crying out but no one's coming
Mouth full of blood, I feel nothing
Fight or flight, I find I'm freezing
Two steps forward, I stop breathing
Paralyzed by lies, but leaving hurts the most

On the list of things that just might kill me
You're right behind quicksand in the nineties, baby
With a lot of things that never will be
It's like a minefield
Stay on the line please, baby

Check behind the curtain
Open up the back seat
Check for strangers
Unfamiliar persons
Yet another, lastly
Plan for danger

Matters of exposure
What you don't know now
Will hurt you later
Oxygen, mask down
Help yourself now
Or you can't help you later

On the list of things that just might kill me
You're right behind quicksand in the nineties
Carbon dioxide, carbon monoxide
Having a breakdown, having to lay down
Waiting on read
While running a red light
Holes in the ozone
Calls from the home phone
Unanswered texts and sudden deafness
Deadly diseases
Everyone leaving
Everyone leaving, everyone leaving