Keep It In The Pocket Lyrics - Those The Brokes - Magic Numbers

High rise, low riding 

Inside, outside in 

Call the doctor 

That put me under 

But did you call on me, call on me, call me up 

I'm just a long, long way from home 

Burn, burn, burn, burn, burn, burn 

Burn, burn this house into the ground, sell it for what it is 

High rise, low riding 

(I'm still believing) 

Inside, outside in 

(And I'm still believing) 

Call the doctor 

(And I'm still believing) 

That put me under 

You just calling me, calling me, calling me up 

But I'm a long, long way from home 

Burn, burn, burn, burn, burn, burn 

Burn, burn this house into the ground, sell it for what it is 

And I'm still believing 

And I'm still believing 

High rise, low riding 

Inside, outside in 

Call the doctor 

That put me under 

You keep calling me, calling me, calling me up 

But I'm a long, long way from home 

Burn, burn, burn, burn, burn, burn, burn, burn, burn, burn 

Burn, burn, burn, burn, burn, burn, burn, burn, burn, burn 

And that is all it is