Thirty-two Lyrics - Oh No Not Stereo

You're all slaves 

and there's nothing you can do about it 

I crawled inside a full grown woman today 

like 32 guitars I'll break after I play 

Double digits aren't all they're hyped up to be 

Read my weakness loud and clear on the marquee 

You're all slaves 

and there's nothing you can do about it 

You're all slaves 

and there's nothing you can do 

I feel so happy to be alone today 

There's nothing limiting my opportunity 

Finally no one to tell me who to be 

I leave a smile right here in New York City 

Oh yeah