Lyrics

So you feel like the slough of a cricket Pale & crispy & empty & dead All you got is dust in your pocket And sand in your head So you feel like a rusty bucket All your fluids have gone and left And you're lying down you creepy puppet Now you got time to rest Friends are acting like you were a baby born They can't see that they're upon your grave They can't see that they're in front of a popcorn In a microwave All you had to leave is now on fire All you had to keep is away from her All you had to teach is what you've learnt And all you had to learn is how to burn So you feel like the slough of a cricket Pale & crispy & empty & dead All you got is dust in your pocket And sand in your head So you feel like a rusty bucket All your fluids have gone and left And you're lying down you creepy puppet Now you got time to rest All you had to leave is now on fire All you had to keep is away from her All you had to teach is what you've learnt And all you had to learn is how to burn Friends are acting like you were a baby born They can't see that they're upon your grave They can't see that they're in front of a popcorn In a microwave
Writer(s): Sylvain Grout Lyrics powered by www.musixmatch.com
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