The Teeth Collector

The Teeth Collector

Pretty Girls Make Graves
(album: The New Romance)

I´m unfolding little scraps of paper
I´m dotting "I´s" and crossing "T´s"
Like a ghost you were the gardener
That snuck in and planted seed
Decay
Your world´s acidic taste
I´m unfolding little scrap paper
But I´ll pluck you like a dead bug from
My feet

No more voices on the radio
No more waiting by the telephone

Arrows aim to crack rib cages
But your venom´s weak in my blood
Your poison scabs, coagulated
Your hardest try is never enough
Decay
Your world´s acidic taste
I´m unfolding little scrap paper
But I´ll pluck you like a dead bug from
My feet

This tooth is rotten, yank it out
Your words are cancer in my mouth
This captain´s ship is going down