Magazine (The Blanck Mass recording) Songtext
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Right this way
The room′s full to burst
Whatever you say
Gotta quench that thirst
I got a little secret for you
It's in a magazine
You got an image to keep safe
Bitten nails stay clean, yeah
Now talk the loudest with a clenched fist
Top of a hit list, gag a witness
It takes a fat lip to run a tight ship
Just talk the loudest with a clenched fist
Flash your winning smile Let your eyes work the room
These people are here for you
You′re the bride, you're the groom
I got a little secret for you
It's in a magazine
You got an image to keep safe
Bitten nails stay clean, yeah
Now talk the loudest with a clenched fist
Top of a hit list, gag a witness
It takes a fat lip to run a tight ship
Just talk the loudest with a clenched fist
Yeah, you talk the loudest


Now talk the loudest with a clenched fist
Top of a hit list, blindfold a witness
It takes a fat lip to run a tight ship
Now talk the loudest, you′re making them sing, you′re making them sing
It don't mean a thing, it don′t mean a thing
You're making them sing, you′re making them sing
It don't mean a thing, it don′t mean a thing
You're making them sing, you're making them sing
It don′t mean a thing,
it don′t mean a, don't mean a, don′t mean a thing
It don't mean a thing