Cut Throat Boogie

As a child I felt inclined

To fold my ears in twine

Never once was I confined

I picked and choosed about my ride

So buckle me in before we set sail ahead

For it smells like cabbage

Got way too stale like death

Oh you're white as a ghost, I never felt so pale

As the blood dripped across the floor

So put it buried in your chest

With the rest of your drunken regrets

Inches from your jugular

As the room fills in front of ya

It took them long enough

For them to stop and suggest

Hey we better get him some help

We better get him out of here

How did I manage to cope as the blood soaked

Through my clothes and to the floor

From outside to the bathroom door

I was inches from my life

Yeah that's what keeps me up at night

Oh how did I survive you should'a died

How did I manage to cope being alive

After all it was just a innocent play fight

I hope they don't stop to sympathize

Oh, stitch up the past to cure their whoremented heart, ah

Oh, tormented dreams it's all left in between