Slick Tricks and Bright Lights (WTH 4-Track Demo)

X'ing out the numbers puts me in a slumber

Can't call for help and nobody's at home

Had a premonition, icy cold suspicion

Fueled by superstition and slick tricks bright lights

It takes one million strips of paper fastened by one staple

To take the upper hand they say you've got to have a plan

Simple concentration, choked with hesitation

Simple conversation, no I don't understand

No, I don't understand how you got the upper hand on me

I don't understand how you got the upper hand on me

X'ing out the number put me in a slumber

So hard to call for help when nobody's at home

Had a premonition, icy cold suspicion

Fueled by superstition, stuck in repetition

You're calling me a liar, there's more smoke than fire

More smoke than fire if you're calling me a liar

On a million strips of paper, fastened by one staple

In one word, shut it down, shut it down

No, I don't understand how you got the upper hand on me

I don't understand how you got the upper hand on me

No, I don't understand how you got the upper hand on me