Crude Handler - Intellectual

Crude handler, make me watch you harder

Ranging from out of line to under the wire

Crude handler, make me watch you harder

Walk me back to my place, dine with me once in a while

Don't knock me down to size

Hiding a smile, or else showing a smile

But otherwise worried about style

Don't knock me down to size, woven in and out of existence

Don't knock me down to size, sheltered in a mocking smile

Don't knock me down to size

Resistant to a working temperament, interested only in a ready-made fix

Being interested only in a non-existent fix

Look out for that one, look out for me

Wouldn't choose a cold or more wintery hall

Couldn't choose a cold or more wintery hall

Icicles drip from the house where we once lived

Whatever feelings we had, settled in and suitably small

Glorify, glorify

Those crimes we've all done before

Those old crimes we've all done before

Vaulted between the walls, clearing the air

And it falls between the cracks around the edges of the door

Houses us and our fears, living rent-free in our brain

Upstate somewhere, maybe in the port of Maine

And I've heard it said a million times over

"Whatever I say, you will know more"

And it is such a state of affairs

Will you choose? Whichever way, you lose