Read Your Hips

[Кіріспе] [Distorted guitar dive-bomb, squealing harmonic, two-bar riff; bass and drums enter] [Қайырма] Plant your feet, read the run One kick left beneath the sun I went down where the first one lied Now i watch your hips, not your eyes [Куплет 1] White spot, cold grass, captain calls the toss Their first man stutters, then he sends it cross I bite on the feint, hit the turf too soon Ball snaps the net; i taste the noon [Қайырма] Plant your feet, read the run One kick left beneath the sun I went down where the first one lied Now i watch your hips, not your eyes [Куплет 2] Last taker sets it, jaw clenched tight The whole end stand leans into the night I hold my ground; his shoulders sell me wide But his hips turn left—i launch to that side [Guitar solo] [Instrumental guitar solo with squealing harmonics and whammy dives] [Көпір] Glove meets leather—dead center, stone The rebound kicks out; i claim my own One breath, one save, the whistle cuts through I hear ten thousand voices break loose [Қайырма] Plant your feet, read the run One kick left beneath the sun I went down where the first one lied Read your hips—and kept us alive