Native Tongue

Caught you lookin' past my shoulder Gonna tell you in my native tongue But if the wrist does a twist The you'll know that the wicked eat their young People scratchin' just to taste it Like they don't know right from wrong But this place has a taste And the flavors live the barrel of a gun Standin in the sun-soaked streets In the land of perfect teeth Hate to say I told you so With such sincerity Someone take me home Cut me through the clouds Back to Leesburg I found out I'm a sentimental dog who comes around But don't belong I miss my native tongue Someone take me home Cut me through the clouds Back to Leesburg I found out I'm a sentimental dog who comes around But don't belong I miss my native tongue You're so desperate to impress us Raise your finger take a call Felt so hip in your kicks Couldn't wait to let me know how much they cost Act like you're so far above it Guess that I should bite my tongue To be fair we don't share much at all Except the air inside our lungs Standin' in the sun-soaked streets In the land of perfect teeth Hate to say I told you so With such sincerity Someone take me home Cut me through the clouds Back to Leesburg I found out I'm a sentimental dog who comes around But don't belong I miss my native tongue Someone take me home Cut me through the clouds Back to Leesburg I found out I'm a sentimental dog who comes around But don't belong I miss my native tongue