Runt Of The Litter
"Bottles thrown into the ocean
Things are different around here
Now bags of kittens follow bottles that I drank
Notes on bricks with words that sank
Whores become your company
Spitting sorrow clearing up your eyes
Another night of reading all your thoughts on life
Sitting waiting there to die
I’ve ceased to care enough to stop
And I’ve fucked myself for worse
I’ve had colder hands and damper sheets on a windy night
And if you'd stopped bleeding then I’d cry
With many guns still cocked and loaded
Friends taking bullets in the head
A horse is a horse
Of course of course
Unless it's fucking dead
You’ll never be the first
She was the runt of the litter
No common ground to crumble beneath you
You couldn't be the worst
Though her tastes are so bitter
No teachers for what people in love do
Looking up through the wreckage
Like train wrecks catching eyes
Ears that bleed, lips sucking dick is what you learned
Knowledge imparted, bodies burned
With gas I’d like to spill
Lit cigarettes I’d throw ignite
The gas that I would spill
Leave you screaming every night
Like I do now
With many guns still cocked and loaded
Friends taking bullets in the head
A horse is a horse
Of course of course
Unless it's fucking dead
You’ll never be the first
She was the runt of the litter
No common ground to crumble beneath you
You couldn't be the worst
Though her tastes are so bitter
No teachers for what people in love do
FUCK YOU
AND THE HORSE I'D USE FOR GLUE
IF ONLY I COULD GET THE CHANCE
TO DROWN YOUR LITTER TOO"
spider's understudy
Things are different around here
Now bags of kittens follow bottles that I drank
Notes on bricks with words that sank
Whores become your company
Spitting sorrow clearing up your eyes
Another night of reading all your thoughts on life
Sitting waiting there to die
I’ve ceased to care enough to stop
And I’ve fucked myself for worse
I’ve had colder hands and damper sheets on a windy night
And if you'd stopped bleeding then I’d cry
With many guns still cocked and loaded
Friends taking bullets in the head
A horse is a horse
Of course of course
Unless it's fucking dead
You’ll never be the first
She was the runt of the litter
No common ground to crumble beneath you
You couldn't be the worst
Though her tastes are so bitter
No teachers for what people in love do
Looking up through the wreckage
Like train wrecks catching eyes
Ears that bleed, lips sucking dick is what you learned
Knowledge imparted, bodies burned
With gas I’d like to spill
Lit cigarettes I’d throw ignite
The gas that I would spill
Leave you screaming every night
Like I do now
With many guns still cocked and loaded
Friends taking bullets in the head
A horse is a horse
Of course of course
Unless it's fucking dead
You’ll never be the first
She was the runt of the litter
No common ground to crumble beneath you
You couldn't be the worst
Though her tastes are so bitter
No teachers for what people in love do
FUCK YOU
AND THE HORSE I'D USE FOR GLUE
IF ONLY I COULD GET THE CHANCE
TO DROWN YOUR LITTER TOO"
spider's understudy