French Press

I'm all right if you ask me, but you never do

Is this thing on?

I'm coming to shoot from the side of Dirty Canal

And I never felt better since I let it go

You find out who your friends are when the city's cold

You speak like a child

And I've been reading the French press

And I've been disconnected

People used to say under their breath

That you've got the looks and I've got all of the rest

Didn't work out for the best

But brother, don't you know, brother, don't you know?

That jealousy is a curse, much worse is the silence

Strange, you're moving out of range

You keep going, it's good to know

The cup runs over, you overflow

But nothing happens here, the time ticks slow

But the money walks and the hot air blows

And the same shirt, and the same crack, the same window

Chicken from the French press

Fiona's strange address, did your hear back? (I'm having trouble making you out)

Did you hear about? (I said I think I'm cutting out)

Did you? (I'm having trouble)

Did you hear about?