Текст песни Envy On The Coast Spinal Cords

I spy my friends filling boxes,
The scales have tipped and I'm superstitious.
A charismatic, young addiction,
My skin is thick with disposition.

My father taught me how to cut teeth,
And I sink them in to our broken cities.
And gypsies told me that my cussing
Like a poor man playing the blues in the subways of New York City
You're too good to me
You stay with me while my feet keep moving
In my grave she knows to dig herself
Cause i use my hands to climb out of it

Spinal cord collapsible.
You fit right in to your own shirt pocket.
Blood was spilt before the battle scar

More than friends but less than lovers
Smile for photos and fuck the covers.
Shameful woman, you bet your flower
Keep me up or keep my mouth shut
I lose and devour.
Ohhh...
Don't you pull the plug...

Spinal cord collapsible.
You fit right in to your own shirt pocket.
Blood was spilt before the battle scar

New York City, too good to me
You stay with me while my feet keep moving
In my grave she knows to dig herself
Cause i use my hands to climb out of it

Spinal cord collapsible.
You fit right in to your own shirt pocket.
Blood was spilt before the battle scar