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 as white as a ghost
I never felt so pale
As 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 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 shoulda 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

Stitch up the past
To cure their whoremented heart

Tormented dreams
It's all left in between

Stop