Green
Stop sign, cutting chattering teeth
I'm slipping down an alleyway so please lose sleep
Uncommon faults, in common friends
In their rooms, playing pretend
At the school gates, I rolled up all grown
Forever i'll know, heading is my home
Waddle then shuffle then slip the knife
As we brush shoulders, walking into the night
And walking off, the ripper catching up
It's not the blood on his shirtsleeves says he hasn't been good
It's the stray of scent, the absence of breath
Now there's nothing left, this is not what he meant for
Oh here comes a sense of dread
Oh here comes a neckless head
So run away with snap happy legs
Back to a familiar secure homestead
Run away run away run away run
Grow up and fall under feminine thumbs
Oh where oh where does this torrid tale begin?
With me a socially inept penguin
Oh here comes a sense of dread
Oh here comes a slit cut crimson red
So limp away with a broken leg
Back to a haven where I hopefully fear to tread
Run away run away run away run
And fall through the town under feminine thumbs
Oh where oh where does this torrid tale end?
With me a socially inept friend
She, she'll know my step on the stairs
She's weary from starting fires
So head down and stay quiet
this is the last fire, this is the last
Fire the last fire fire fire fiya
Oh here comes a sense of dread
But we've misplaced the murderous intent
And all the things we did and all the things we said
They're coming back to me
I'm slipping down an alleyway so please lose sleep
Uncommon faults, in common friends
In their rooms, playing pretend
At the school gates, I rolled up all grown
Forever i'll know, heading is my home
Waddle then shuffle then slip the knife
As we brush shoulders, walking into the night
And walking off, the ripper catching up
It's not the blood on his shirtsleeves says he hasn't been good
It's the stray of scent, the absence of breath
Now there's nothing left, this is not what he meant for
Oh here comes a sense of dread
Oh here comes a neckless head
So run away with snap happy legs
Back to a familiar secure homestead
Run away run away run away run
Grow up and fall under feminine thumbs
Oh where oh where does this torrid tale begin?
With me a socially inept penguin
Oh here comes a sense of dread
Oh here comes a slit cut crimson red
So limp away with a broken leg
Back to a haven where I hopefully fear to tread
Run away run away run away run
And fall through the town under feminine thumbs
Oh where oh where does this torrid tale end?
With me a socially inept friend
She, she'll know my step on the stairs
She's weary from starting fires
So head down and stay quiet
this is the last fire, this is the last
Fire the last fire fire fire fiya
Oh here comes a sense of dread
But we've misplaced the murderous intent
And all the things we did and all the things we said
They're coming back to me
-Chreeees, Thom
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