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 as white as a ghost

I never felt so pale

As 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 shoulda 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 sympathise

Stitch up the past

To cure their whoremented heart

Tormented dreams

It's all left in between

Stop