Letra de Rubin

You are sewing a red ribbon Weaving anxiety To make a blanket so that you can hide From the mess that you've made You are sewing a red Weaving anxiety And in every loop of stitching Your thread becomes frayed Riddled up in its own meaning Knowledge you ought to face Seems to me that all your troubles Are away in another place you are knitting up a blanket Of all the anguish that you feel And your wrapping me up warm Hoping I'm gonna steal All your problems But I'm not I don't see the problems with this cloth For you it might be itchy But for me its warm and soft For you it might be itchy But for me its warm and soft Take each corer of this rag And pinch it ready side from side Take your hurdle razor flame and scratch up the crap while its alive And remember to forget Upon these deaths of which you wish Your scrap book filled with memories That make up your bitter dish Clever boy you learned to taste But careful don't eat off your tongue In eagerness and greed we find out what you've done wrong So chew well your plate of past And handle well the bitter taste None worst than what is left The wicked boy has left waste I tell ya None worst than what is left The wicked boy is left to waste I tell ya Hurdle, hurdle, Hurdle razor flame Hurdle, hurdle, Hurdle razor flame.