Turn Off The Stove Already Lyrics

Shook Ones Turn Off The Stove Already

Prudence sold
Build for show
Staunch the current of rivers with rival flow

Fortune's tow - no matter where
Gold in the water will not be wasted

Eyes focused on the sky, when trouble is just below
The loop will close again and again

The common cold of men who focus on themselves
Is that they would never believe it
Awash in solvent for himself, though he would never believe it

Her disease effacing. She's dying to keep from disturbing his peace
Her stride, undeterred by signs of trouble in the home
This loop will close again and again

The common cold of men who care just for themselves
Is that they would never believe it
Awash in solvent for himself, but he would never believe it

(But he would never believe it…but he would never believe it.)