Escape Artist Lyrics

Song	Escape Artist
Artist	The Zolas
Album	Ancient Mars
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[00:15.27]	My alter-ego, he's an escape artist,
[00:19.10]	He's only truly happy when he's under arrest
[00:23.04]	Oh how he handsome, scheduled to hang to death
[00:26.95]	He's only truly happy at the precipice
[00:30.72]	He's like a mirror, he sticks into our ears
[00:34.70]	A stethoscope to the chest of the vacant years
[00:38.53]	I can't escape the chair, I'm etherized with fear
[00:42.57]	That my only talent is in hanging here.
[00:46.26]	But then it's
[00:47.32]	Hey boy, I've got your man he's right here
[00:52.87]	Putty in my hands
[00:55.03]	Ice cream and sweets,
[00:56.59]	Coming in the sheets
[00:58.47]	He got no excuse to leave.
[01:02.11]	But in the real world, an intertidal cave,
[01:06.14]	I ride a desk chair waiting for a tidal wave
[01:10.13]	I feel like dancing, but that is miles away
[01:13.97]	I'm feeling hard and hollow like paper mache.
[01:17.86]	My alter ego. he's in a jailer's cage
[01:21.76]	He sits and waits for the devil to abet his escape.
[01:25.65]	I'm sorry pastor, I can't be pasteurized.
[01:29.64]	All of the bibles in the world for a metal file.
[01:33.47]	At every clock strike, he hears the jailer's keys
[01:37.37]	And the doubt starts to sprout til he’s on his knees.
[01:41.36]	And he remembers like it's his mother’s call
[01:45.14]	To feel his hand find a grip at the top of the wall.
[01:50.54]	I want to feel it, I want to feel the fire
[01:53.07]	Of the leftover sun on the roofing tiles.
[01:57.46]	I want to feel it, I want to feel the fire
[02:00.86]	Of the leftover sun on the roofing tiles.
[02:06.71]	Hey boy, I've got your man he's right here
[02:11.16]	Putty in my hands
[02:13.33]	Ice cream and sweets,
[02:15.09]	Coming in the sheets
[02:16.95]	He got no excuse to leave
[02:21.85]	Hey boy, I’ve got your man he’s right here
[02:27.52]	Putty in my hands
[02:29.54]	Ice cream and sweets,
[02:31.41]	Coming in the sheets
[02:33.28]	He got no excuse to leave

[00:15.27]	My alterego, he' s an escape artist,
[00:19.10]	He' s only truly happy when he' s under arrest
[00:23.04]	Oh how he handsome, scheduled to hang to death
[00:26.95]	He' s only truly happy at the precipice
[00:30.72]	He' s like a mirror, he sticks into our ears
[00:34.70]	A stethoscope to the chest of the vacant years
[00:38.53]	I can' t escape the chair, I' m etherized with fear
[00:42.57]	That my only talent is in hanging here.
[00:46.26]	But then it' s
[00:47.32]	Hey boy, I' ve got your man he' s right here
[00:52.87]	Putty in my hands
[00:55.03]	Ice cream and sweets,
[00:56.59]	Coming in the sheets
[00:58.47]	He got no excuse to leave.
[01:02.11]	But in the real world, an intertidal cave,
[01:06.14]	I ride a desk chair waiting for a tidal wave
[01:10.13]	I feel like dancing, but that is miles away
[01:13.97]	I' m feeling hard and hollow like paper mache.
[01:17.86]	My alter ego. he' s in a jailer' s cage
[01:21.76]	He sits and waits for the devil to abet his escape.
[01:25.65]	I' m sorry pastor, I can' t be pasteurized.
[01:29.64]	All of the bibles in the world for a metal file.
[01:33.47]	At every clock strike, he hears the jailer' s keys
[01:37.37]	And the doubt starts to sprout til he' s on his knees.
[01:41.36]	And he remembers like it' s his mother' s call
[01:45.14]	To feel his hand find a grip at the top of the wall.
[01:50.54]	I want to feel it, I want to feel the fire
[01:53.07]	Of the leftover sun on the roofing tiles.
[01:57.46]	I want to feel it, I want to feel the fire
[02:00.86]	Of the leftover sun on the roofing tiles.
[02:06.71]	Hey boy, I' ve got your man he' s right here
[02:11.16]	Putty in my hands
[02:13.33]	Ice cream and sweets,
[02:15.09]	Coming in the sheets
[02:16.95]	He got no excuse to leave
[02:21.85]	Hey boy, I' ve got your man he' s right here
[02:27.52]	Putty in my hands
[02:29.54]	Ice cream and sweets,
[02:31.41]	Coming in the sheets
[02:33.28]	He got no excuse to leave

[00:15.27]	My alterego, he' s an escape artist,
[00:19.10]	He' s only truly happy when he' s under arrest
[00:23.04]	Oh how he handsome, scheduled to hang to death
[00:26.95]	He' s only truly happy at the precipice
[00:30.72]	He' s like a mirror, he sticks into our ears
[00:34.70]	A stethoscope to the chest of the vacant years
[00:38.53]	I can' t escape the chair, I' m etherized with fear
[00:42.57]	That my only talent is in hanging here.
[00:46.26]	But then it' s
[00:47.32]	Hey boy, I' ve got your man he' s right here
[00:52.87]	Putty in my hands
[00:55.03]	Ice cream and sweets,
[00:56.59]	Coming in the sheets
[00:58.47]	He got no excuse to leave.
[01:02.11]	But in the real world, an intertidal cave,
[01:06.14]	I ride a desk chair waiting for a tidal wave
[01:10.13]	I feel like dancing, but that is miles away
[01:13.97]	I' m feeling hard and hollow like paper mache.
[01:17.86]	My alter ego. he' s in a jailer' s cage
[01:21.76]	He sits and waits for the devil to abet his escape.
[01:25.65]	I' m sorry pastor, I can' t be pasteurized.
[01:29.64]	All of the bibles in the world for a metal file.
[01:33.47]	At every clock strike, he hears the jailer' s keys
[01:37.37]	And the doubt starts to sprout til he' s on his knees.
[01:41.36]	And he remembers like it' s his mother' s call
[01:45.14]	To feel his hand find a grip at the top of the wall.
[01:50.54]	I want to feel it, I want to feel the fire
[01:53.07]	Of the leftover sun on the roofing tiles.
[01:57.46]	I want to feel it, I want to feel the fire
[02:00.86]	Of the leftover sun on the roofing tiles.
[02:06.71]	Hey boy, I' ve got your man he' s right here
[02:11.16]	Putty in my hands
[02:13.33]	Ice cream and sweets,
[02:15.09]	Coming in the sheets
[02:16.95]	He got no excuse to leave
[02:21.85]	Hey boy, I' ve got your man he' s right here
[02:27.52]	Putty in my hands
[02:29.54]	Ice cream and sweets,
[02:31.41]	Coming in the sheets
[02:33.28]	He got no excuse to leave

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