Paroles de Cut Throat Boogie

As a child I felt inclined To fold my ears in twine Never once was I confined I picked and choosed about my ride So buckle me in before we set sail ahead For it smells like cabbage Got way too stale like death Oh you’re white as a ghost, I never felt so pale As the blood dripped across the floor So put it buried in your chest With the rest of your drunken regrets Inches from your jugular As the room fills up in front of ya It took them long enough For them to stop and suggest Hey we better get him some help We better get him out of here How did I manage to cope as the blood soaked Through my clothes and to the floor From outside to the bathroom door I was inches from my life Yeah that’s what keeps me up at night Oh how did I survive, you should'a died How did I manage to cope being alive After all it was just a innocent play fight I hope they don’t stop to sympathise Oh, stitch up the past to cure their whoremented heart, ah Oh, tormented dreams it’s all left in between