Mornings come with birds and kids Talking to themselves for some reason And wrists can vibrate at a comfortable rate To get you to sleep or keep you from it
He wears that hole in his shoe with real grace And if he wears it right he Just might have a leg up on everyone Bet it’d feel so good They’d all watch him tie those gold laces And they become things that he can’t stop tying Becoming grateful and bitter for his brand new handicap and Holding the ropes that he’d been thrust upon Can’t get his hands off his feet to enjoy the walk Now it’s tough to tell if ever he was real Just knows the crunch of his new boots crushes special snowflakes
Choke the evil out Smoke the evil out Stroke the evil out Choke the evil out
It's satisfied By removing chunks of dead skin It turns it on the same way Mmm mmm mmm
Couldn’t keep a straight face staring at it It satisfies It turns me on
With that mirror you forced yourself to stare And you stink of the holiness they soaked you in It ends up driving you bored and drinking you numb So special for a minute though
He wears that hole in his shoe with the same face And if he wears it right he Just might have to keep that leg up on everyone It feels so good They’d all watch him tie those gold laces And they become things that he can’t stop tying Gracefully bitter for that old handicap and Gripping the ropes that he holds himself on Feet paraded on high as his hands take the walk Tough to tell if ever he was real Just knows the crunch of those old boots keeps him a special snowflakeTeksty umieszczone na naszej stronie są własnością wytwórni, wykonawców, osób mających do nich prawa.
