Tape; stop; play So turn it up on your tape controls And move your bones to the sound of the radio Just leave a message; I'm with all my friends She's on hold, the teleprompter's spelling out your name Prepare to lose control Take the call; she wants to take you to a higher place I'm booked out for the week And I'm grinding teeth Just leave a message I'm out but I'm coming back I'm grinding teeth I think it's starting to get bad, I'm coming back With the drippings from the sky She's on hold, the teleprompter's spelling out your name Prepare to lose control Take the call; she wants to take you to a higher place I'm booked out for the week Time has taken its toll It's time to answer this call It's time to answer this call Let's go And I'm grinding teeth Just leave a message I'm out but I'm coming back I'm grinding teeth I think it's starting to get bad, I'm coming back I think it's starting to get bad, I'm coming back I think it's starting to get bad, I'm coming back