Song Description
The saga of a pissed-off waitress who would prefer to be an artist
| Song Length |
4:11 |
Genre |
Pop - Rock |
| Lead Vocal |
Female Vocal |
Language |
English |
| Era |
2000 and later |
| |
Lyrics
Off the Floor
You blow smoke in my face when you pull on your rolled tobacco
How much longer I can take this and you,
I don?t know, oh I don?t know
How long must I endure your definition of sanity
How much longer do I have to smile
in the face of your vanity, your vanity
When will my hands be free of the grime and grease that cling to me
When will I be rinsed clean of the confines of conformity
What the hell am I here for
I used to like myself more
When I wasn?t fighting your war
Scraping dirt off the floor, when I knew I could soar
Why did my dreams get sucked into the vortex of your negativity
Pulling tight the rope around the neck
Of my identity, my identity
When will my hands be free of the grime and grease that cling to me
When will I be rinsed clean of the confines of conformity
[CHORUS]
How long must I hide the mud that?s stuck on the palm of my hands
Why this baptism of fire?s confirmed
I don?t understand, don?t understand
When will my hands be free of the grime and grease that cling to me
When will I be rinsed clean of the confines of conformity
[CHORUS]
What the hell am I here for
I used to like myself more