Tell Them Told You So - Swingin Utters

Okay so when your pally is a doorstep

Step over him and coat

When your mommy is a French press

In a cafe called no hope

Your belly aches

On benches where buses never go

Now tally up the misprints

And tell them told you so

And Tell them told you so

And Tell them told you so

And Tell them told you so

This is not how it’s supposed to go

This is not how it’s supposed to go

This is not how it’s supposed to go

This is not how it’s supposed to go

This is not how it’s supposed to

It’s all right, It’s all right

It’s all right, It’s all right

It’s all right, It’s all right

It’s all right, It’s all right

Uh uh umm

So let me clear my throat

When you look at me like fool

Shit some fucking kind of joke

A crooked man’s in motion

So straighten up your tone

Weekends you take the kids

See and not another stroke

Tends to make the ends fit

Right in between your spokes

Right in between your spokes

Right in between your spokes

Right in between your spokes

It’s all right, It’s all right

It’s all right, It’s all right

It’s all right, It’s all right

It’s all right, It’s all right

Some kind of fucking joke

So let me clear my throat

This not how it’s supposed to go

This not how it’s supposed to go

This not how it’s supposed to go

This not how it’s supposed to