"Spinal Cords" lyrics

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
But the gypsies told me that my cussing
Like a poor man playing his 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 hell

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

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

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 hell

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