Have you
leakin'; push you in the deep
end
She's made of hair and bone and
little teeth
And things I cannot speak
She comes on like a crippled plaything
Spine is just a string
And things I cannot speak
She comes on like a crippled plaything
Spine is just a string
I've
broken
ever bone,
falling for
the impossible.
Who remember this songs ?
Everybody knows the bones,
Just had to find a way
Everybody know what I'm talking 'bout,
That's how I'll get an "A"
My body's many parts
And this is where it starts
phalanges I have ten,
And Metatarsals then
I got some tarsals too,
I'll put them in my shoes
The Fibula is next,
According to my text
Then comes the tibia,
That ain't no fibia
And now I'm up to my knee
Yeah, Yeah, Yeah
Thats the petela to me
We're doin' the bone dance
We study the answers
Again and again till I get it right
We're doing the bone dance
Ya dance and you'll learn it
And we won't mess up this test
We'll get it perfect
we're all misinformed, we are
Alice in wonderland,
with skinny wrists and stories to tell.
We're the person we accept, and
we never really figure out who we are.
I am, a fractured bone, not broken -
Imperfect, demented and sore.
I lay in blankets,
in recovery,
in confusion.
Inspired.
with skinny wrists and stories to tell.
We're the person we accept, and
we never really figure out who we are.
I am, a fractured bone, not broken -
Imperfect, demented and sore.
I lay in blankets,
in recovery,
in confusion.
Inspired.
I love every bone in your body.
Especially mine.
Especially mine.
I've never actually seen a dog bury its bone in the backyard
|& could you
|ever love someone
|who is so in love
|with the thought
|of bone
|exposed?
