Midnight Organ Fight

A cripple walks amongst you All you tired human beings He's got all the things a cripple has Not working arms and legs And vital parts fall from his system And dissolve in Scottish rain Vitally he doesn't miss them He's too fucked up to care Well, is

Do the twist in the twisting outfit The loose tie with the loose limp wrists Lift your dress enough to show me those shins Let your hair stick to your forehead Did you blush then when our hips touched? I can't tell, you're already red Am I right? you

good arms, versus bad arms, will win hands down they are built to hold and fit look how far they go around you don't need these now that you've found another pair and the difference astounding, i should expect except leave the rest at arm's length ke

I'm working on my backwards walk Walking with no shoes and socks And the time rewinds to the end of May I wish we never met then met today I'm working on my faults and cracks Filling in the blanks and gaps And when I write them out, they don't make s