Those tire tracks, Zigzag your torso like a devil's self portrait The car accident, the skin graft treatment, the flower baskets, The wincing relatives
You bid her farewell, then you got in your car And that's the last thing that you can recall And when they pulled you out, You didn't know your name Exploding semi-truck blurred your face with flame
You met Jane four years ago today, Dancing at some vomit-stained frat party Her newspaper gown, flashing headline brown, her violent gypsy dance, Her tired underpants
Love [x12] Rhymes with pity now, Love [x12] Rhymes with sympathy now
Jane let you touch her and feel her, And she was so free like a pineapple in a tree But you said it's dangerous, To be so intimate You know it's dangerous, dangerous, dangerous.
Jane said when she laid on her back The sun hit her body like an ugly landscape
But some things never get better Like used cars and bad livers So you traded her in for a better looking brand One with fake porno tits, A pad lock on her lips, A disposable tan, Biodegradable hands
Back at the hospital, You got no visitors at all She visits you in your sleep, But that newspaper gown is always on fire (that you want it, that you want it) [x2]
She met him a week after you left her, When you tossed out her touch to the garbage collector He talked her out of her skirt in his beer-soaked apartment And then they did all the things, You never said that you wanted And the sirens are laughing underneath your skull, And your thoughts are turning dull, callous and cold Yesterday you gave your burden a name Yesterday you gave your burden a face
But your burden, it looks a lot like her
Love [x12] Rhymes with pity now, Love [x12] Rhymes with sympathy now Love [x12] Ahhhhhhhh !Teksty umieszczone na naszej stronie są własnością wytwórni, wykonawców, osób mających do nich prawa.
