I saw 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.
the gypsies told me that my cuts seem
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'll use my hands to climb out of hell...
ohhh...
Don't you pull the plug...
Spinal Cord collapsible.
you fit right in to your own shirt pocket.
Life was spilt before the power storm.
More than friends but less than lovers
smile for photos and fuck the covers.
Came for woman, you bay 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 into your own shirt pocket
Life was spilt before the power storm.
New York City, you're too good to me..
You stay with me while my feet keep moving.
Am I gracing holes to dig ourselves?
Cause I'll use my hands to climb out of Hell..
Spinal cord collapsible.
you fit right into your own shirt pocket.
Life was spilt before the power storm.
ohh...