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Kind Of Like Spitting
(album: In The Red)

Bird swings, sing blue, my Paris fling
Out the screen door, off and old cassette
My mind was tight and ran like a demon,
When you showed up it was the darkest of dark nights
The saddest of sad sights
I hung on through unsteady drugs.

Cat cartoons on the sleeve of me
They never leave me
A billion broken band Joes rule
The sun is setting on the life I´m leaving,
The bill collector ca´nt understand the heavy metal kid´s agenda,
Tell me, Brenda, is there more to this I need to see?

My mind was tight and ran like an engine,
If you don´t mind I´d rather fuck up my own life,
Bore into sad nights
Please don´t expect a birthday card.
Tell me, what´s expected? what is owed?

Do you really want to fix it even though it´s made of snow?
Tell me, Brenda, I can´t really remember
Cause I´m swinging from my family tree
Is this real, innate, or just a fucking screen?
Is this real or is it all just words to sing?