Lyrics Switchblade Symphony

Switchblade Symphony

Funnel

The lady, poor lady

She lost all her things

For inside of her house now

The lady just stays

Anyone, anyone, anyone, anyone

Ah... ah... ah... ah...

Over the floor, silver hair lays

Buckets of pills for days and for days

Anyone, anyone, anyone, anyone

The remover is coming to clean up the frail

Pretty old ladies and puppy dog tails

Anyone, anyone, anyone, anyone...

I am lost now

Oh where can I be

Don't go near that

You'll find it empty

Scissors cut spaces

Perfect and right

Tongue tied rhythms

May find you tonight

She takes medicine medicine

Every damn day

For she thinks she is sick

She was brought up that way

Anyone, anyone, anyone, anyone...

Ah... ah... ah... ah...