Sixthcrusifix
04-08-2005, 08:56
Brand Spanking New, just wrote it on HHN (SO it may have MAY spelling errors.. . be warned)
I was caught yesterday
Filling my baby's bottle with lead.
"She likes the way it tastes"
That's what I said;
But they didn't bileive me, and now I'm dead.
Got my leg stuck in a runway today
I fell on the floor like a half beaten bride
I tried picking myself up with a bold heart
And I cracked a rib or two on my pride
Something inside me died.
I blew out my soul on a rock that was,
As black as the tar in my lungs.
I beat a starving child with a throny whip.
I slit my wrists and made a virgin drink my blood
And then I spun around three times, and looked into the sun.
And I live, that I might die.
I've a paper cut in this basket
And a dirty needle at my side.
I like to hug my babies graves. . .
With atomic bombs.
You can't train'em
You can't eat'em
You can't lov'em
too much.
I never bor a child, I never died before
but I've got my baby in the ground,
with a name so long it makes my own head spin around.
So deep in the ground.
I don't need hands and I don't need teeth
I don't have anybody to embrace or a crumb to eat.
But I've got a bottle of nothing,
And two working feet.
Aug. 3, 2005
I was caught yesterday
Filling my baby's bottle with lead.
"She likes the way it tastes"
That's what I said;
But they didn't bileive me, and now I'm dead.
Got my leg stuck in a runway today
I fell on the floor like a half beaten bride
I tried picking myself up with a bold heart
And I cracked a rib or two on my pride
Something inside me died.
I blew out my soul on a rock that was,
As black as the tar in my lungs.
I beat a starving child with a throny whip.
I slit my wrists and made a virgin drink my blood
And then I spun around three times, and looked into the sun.
And I live, that I might die.
I've a paper cut in this basket
And a dirty needle at my side.
I like to hug my babies graves. . .
With atomic bombs.
You can't train'em
You can't eat'em
You can't lov'em
too much.
I never bor a child, I never died before
but I've got my baby in the ground,
with a name so long it makes my own head spin around.
So deep in the ground.
I don't need hands and I don't need teeth
I don't have anybody to embrace or a crumb to eat.
But I've got a bottle of nothing,
And two working feet.
Aug. 3, 2005