Paroles de Rattlesnakes Smell Like Split Cucumber

Tear the corners off your 20 dollar bills And paste them to the swimmers shoulders Save your spilling Shorthand and black thread My side was aching low We're idiots again Comfort's made of glass All along the fault ripe enough to rain Mercy waits to let you lie It's not far to lean Just enough to speed curb Hit running warm Too close to ever see Waiting station reds Shift down into clear Shake the lead off your hands Sawdust mouthing Roman axes way Tender crazed the storm rolls down your spine Comfort's made a mess All along the fault ripe enough to rain...