Iron Lung 歌詞

Getting worn out by the gallery And I won't forget history I never used to drink Sister Jenny says it's all about the subjective And the nominative case, and the present tense Just say it over again until you can't think straight Fold and tear on the perforated edge I'm hanging on the thinnest thread Plans slip from the tips of your fingers And the tips of your tongues One more breath and I'm done This is life in the Iron Lung Tired of have my nose shoved in text books and sex books Face up to the fact your youth ain't coming back You got a guarded heart, can't stop or start Waiting to fall apart If I knew then what I know now I wouldn't know nothing