Say Anything - An Orgy of Critics lyrics

Sweep the black supermarket
Sweep it up with your teeth
Put your feather in your box
Take off! take off! Send it off to me!
I smell oxygen, precious
Bareback on your horse, gallop off course
Get off, get off, get off
Filled with fury's force

There's a fire in the peach pit
A blaze in the snake pit
You erased it, but we saw you fake it
There's blood on the Good Book
Love in the bad brook
Suck out all the nerve and make it yours
There's a fire in the peach
Pit, in the peach pit, in the peach pit-
Saw you fake it

"You brought me to my knees!
Your art, it brought me to my knees!
Your art it brought me
Brought me, brought me, you brought me
You brought me to my knees!"

You're so perfect to please
Us! You make all the right noise
Get the business clothes off
Take off, take off
And strip down to your voice
We will show you your future and
Choke the air from your world you can be our
Once-twice-thrice-four-times-then-goodbye girl

There's a fire in the peach pit
A blaze in the snake pit
You erased it, but we saw you fake it
There's a crack in the blank stare
Back in the black raised hair, it's not fair
There's a fire in the peach
Pit, in the peach pit, in the peach pit-

"You brought me to my knees!
Your art, it brought me to my knees!
Your art it brought me
Brought me, brought me, you brought me
You brought me to my knees!"

I don't know who told you that
Who told you that i don't know who told you
That, but it's a lie, believe me
I swear I shall not deceive thee
I don't know who sold you that
But it's a fake
I don't know who sold you that
Baby, but it's a fake, remind me
Cause my eyes see straight behind me
Never killed nobody, promise you're my first
You always remember your first
Okay, here we fucking go!

"You brought me to my knees!
Your art, it brought me to my knees!
Your art it brought me
Brought me, brought me, you brought me
You brought me to my knees!"