Beg for Broken Legs - Ryan Bingham

Nothing’s in the air I’m breathing

Got me underneath the floor

On the ground there’s something whispering

Nothing’s locking all the doors

Well I ain’t gonna stand in line

Beg for bread and mop the floor

I ain’t gonna bite my tongue

Beg for broken legs no more

Something’s growing like suspicions

Nothing’s shouting everywhere

Something hears and now it listens

Nothing’s now becoming scared

Well I ain’t gonna stand in line

Beg for bread and mop the floor

I ain’t gonna bite my tongue

Beg for broken legs no more

Nothing’s sorry when it’s sitting

All the children ṗosing tears

… delay and not attention

Something grows, but nothing kills

Well I ain’t gonna stand in line

Beg for bread and mop the floor

I ain’t gonna bite my tongue

Beg for broken legs no more

I ain’t gonna stand in line

Beg for bread and mop the floor

I ain’t gonna bite my tongue

Beg for broken legs no more

Well I ain’t gonna stand in line

Beg for bread above the floor

Well I ain’t gonna stand in line

Beg for bread and mop the floor

I ain’t gonna bite my tongue

Beg for broken legs no more

Nothing’s in the air I’m breathing

Got me underneath the floor

On the ground the something whispering

Nothing is now locking doors

Well I ain’t gonna stand in line

Beg for bread and mop the floor

I ain’t gonna bite my tongue

Beg for broken legs no more

I ain’t gonna stand in line

Beg for bread and mop the floor

I ain’t gonna bite my tongue

Beg for broken legs no more