Spinal Cords - Envy On The Coast

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