mel-low-dras-tic

I’m a rabbit in your headlights
Scared of the spotlight
You don’t come to visit
I’m stuck in this bed

Thin rubber gloves
She laughs when she’s crying
She cries when she’s laughing

Fat bloody fingers are sucking your soul away

I’m a rabbit in your headlights
Christian suburbanite
Washed down the toliet
Money to burn

Fat bloody fingers are sucking your soul away

If you’re frightened of dyin and you’re holding on

You’ll see devils tearing your life away.
But…if you’ve made your peace,
Then the devils are really angels
Freeing you from the earth

Rotworms on the underground
Caught between stations
Butterfingers
I’m losing my patience

I’m a rabbit in your headlights
Christian suburbanite
You got money to burn

Fat bloody fingers are sucking your soul away