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Spitting Teeth (Bonus Track)

Spitting Teeth (Bonus Track)

(альбом: Banshee - 2012)

If one of us had to go back on the dime one of is so mad we're seeing blind
Why is it that this punch is packed with knives words slice into my side
If one of us had to make up for the crime I never got what shards of glass were mine
Playing for keeps I'll take the losers draw spit through teeth I'm open

If I go go go and you say say say did you know what was yesterday
And I liked to the car and in the drivers seat oh I broke the law repeat repeat
Sped to the curb where I hit the gas did a three sixty and then I made a pass
For another line that split my vision too wound up off the road chasing after you

If one of us had to go back on the dime one of is so mad we're seeing blind
Why is it that this punch is packed with knives words slice into my side
If one of us had to make up for the crime I never got what shards of glass were mine
Playing for keeps I'll take the losers draw spit through teeth I'm open

So I tried to find another street slowed down to a halt behind me beep beep beep
Sunk behind the wheel no one could see I'm a spy the one that punished me
As I jotted down the color of dark hair by the bay window my lover turned to stare
My chest skips a beat I'm on a losing streak I hang myself to dry and then I claim defeat

If one of us had to go back on the dime one of is so mad we're seeing blind
Why is it that this punch is packed with knives words slice into my side
If one of us had to make up for the crime I never got what shards of glass were mine
Playing for keeps I'll take the losers draw spit through teeth I'm open

Running in circles hitting a brick wall you got me stumbling I'm bumbling I still call
Isn't it just us to look for the keyhole that leads to the gutter I stammer I sutter
Imagine me like this elegant hot mess finally disasterously finding the last press on
Nailed to the cross my emotions are used funny how when you're broke all debts are due

If one of us had to go back on the dime one of is so mad we're seeing blind
Why is it that this punch is packed with knives words slice into my side
If one of us had to make up for the crime I never got what shards of glass were mine
Playing for keeps I'll take the losers draw spit through teeth I'm open
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