I start to notice the same address But I can't remember the smell of sex It starts again not knowing when I'm dead These numbers seem familiar I can feel their failure
You can see the bird In all her curves I want to catch her Open wide for the butcher's wife She's gonna get you It's two blind mice on fucking fire These cuts are costing us a lot of blood
I wonder what was I thinking To keep such bones from all to see She opens up the door "Those cuts are mine to keep"
Or so she speaks These are days where the shadows make the ninja elite So start the battle and drink the bottles He gets the girls but I write the words
I wonder what was I thinking This bird and ain't meant to be free She opens up her wings And proceeds to fly away
I caught your cold today There I go, I get lost in smoke In coloring books when I'm the most But how could you? How dare you? I threw darts to sea then my boat was beached And I tried to pretend that it wasn't me But how could you? How dare you? Oh I killed everyone
She will say until there is nothing left to say And that's the truth, I really wish you'd stay To hear them say: "You really played a great show today" The ninjas slay but don't bother to clean their blades
You do me wrong I'm not coming back again, this time I'm not coming back I sing this song "I'm not coming back again, this time I ain't coming back" Just close you're eyes; I'll make it all better tonight, I'll make you feel so good tonight Eyes open fixated in fright "I wanna show you Baby's breaking bloody fight"
Compositores: Brian Patrick Ferrara (Trophy Scars), Andrew A Farrell, John Howard Ferrara, Gerald Francis Iii Jones (Jerry Jones) ECAD: Obra #44184384