"Dearth" lyrics
I could cut my hands off now
Just to fight the skeleton out of me (Out of me)
We could peel artichoke hearts
And break our legs and dry out
Maybe if we could just talk about the weather
I have three-hundred bombs all in my head
I have three-hundred bombs all in my head
(Maybe if we could just talk about the weather
Maybe if we could just talk about the weather
Maybe if we could just talk about the weather
Maybe if we could just talk about the weather)
I could cut my hands off now
Just to fight the skeleton out of me (Out of me)
We could peel artichoke hearts
And break our legs and dry out
It's Saturday, we could come home and cut the phone lines
It's Saturday, we could come home and cut the phone lines
It's Saturday, we could come home and cut the phone lines
I could cut my hands off now
Just to fight the skeleton out of me (Out of me)
We could peel artichoke hearts
And break our legs and dry out
And dry out, and dry out
Just to fight the skeleton out of me (Out of me)
We could peel artichoke hearts
And break our legs and dry out
Maybe if we could just talk about the weather
I have three-hundred bombs all in my head
I have three-hundred bombs all in my head
(Maybe if we could just talk about the weather
Maybe if we could just talk about the weather
Maybe if we could just talk about the weather
Maybe if we could just talk about the weather)
I could cut my hands off now
Just to fight the skeleton out of me (Out of me)
We could peel artichoke hearts
And break our legs and dry out
It's Saturday, we could come home and cut the phone lines
It's Saturday, we could come home and cut the phone lines
It's Saturday, we could come home and cut the phone lines
I could cut my hands off now
Just to fight the skeleton out of me (Out of me)
We could peel artichoke hearts
And break our legs and dry out
And dry out, and dry out
Writer(s): James Andrew Smith, Yannis Barnabas Emanuel Philippakis, Walter Gervers, Jack William Bevan, Edwin Thomas Congreave
