Spinal Cords

歌詞

I spy my friends filling boxes, The scales have tipped and I'm superstitious. A charismatic, young addiction, My skin is thick with disposition. My father taught me how to cut teeth, And I sink them in to our broken cities. And gypsies told me that my cussing Like a poor man playing the blues in the subways of New York City You're too good to me You stay with me while my feet keep moving In my grave she knows to dig herself Cause i use my hands to climb out of it Spinal cord collapsible. You fit right in to your own shirt pocket. Blood was spilt before the battle scar More than friends but less than lovers Smile for photos and fuck the covers. Shameful woman, you bet your flower Keep me up or keep my mouth shut I lose and devour. Ohhh... Don't you pull the plug... Spinal cord collapsible. You fit right in to your own shirt pocket. Blood was spilt before the battle scar New York City, too good to me You stay with me while my feet keep moving In my grave she knows to dig herself Cause i use my hands to climb out of it Spinal cord collapsible. You fit right in to your own shirt pocket. Blood was spilt before the battle scar