Stomach It - Olga Bell

Now now don’t get caught

In the wreck you wrought

Ask yourself, are you breathing hard?

All the shades you turn

As you slowly burn out

Wandering star, all immaterial

Ask yourself: do you have the stomach for it?

Yeah

Cause now you got a taste for it, yeah

But do you have the stomach for it?

Yeah, yeah, yeah

So do you have the stomach for it?

Yeah

Now that you got a taste for it, yeah

But do you have the stomach for it?

Yeah?

(x 17)

Now you got a taste for it, yeah

In the parking lot

Grey still-live with shoppers

Three-point turn, and you hit your mark

Little firework, little hamster-wheeler

Save your breath, we’re already impressed

Ask yourself: do you have the stomach for it?

Yeah

Cause now you got a taste for it, yeah

But do you have the stomach for it?

Yeah, yeah, yeah

So do you have the stomach for it?

Yeah

Now that you got a taste for it, yeah

But do you have the stomach for it?

Yeah, yeah, yeah

But I’m the greatest alive, yeah

Greatest alive

Listen to your doubt

Listen to your weakness always

Become nervous

Feel the shaking in your bones

Let it build, let it grow

Now now don’t get caught

In the wreck you wrought

Ask yourself, are you breathing?

Are you breathing hard?

You won’t tease it out

And it won’t come easy

But you know it speeds up as you go

Doing all you can

Looking flushed and fevered

You can run your mouth, but you’re only as fast as your legs

Little firework, little hamster-wheeler

Save your breath, we’re already impressed

We’re already impressed

Do you have the stomach for it?

Yeah?

Cause now you got a taste for it, yeah

But do you have the stomach for it?

Yeah, yeah, yeah?

So do you have the stomach for it?

Yeah?

Now that you got a taste for it, yeah?

But do you have the stomach for it?

Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah?