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Artist: Kind Of Like Spitting
Album: In The Red

Lyrics

Bird swings, sing blue, my paris fling
Out the screen door, off and old cassette
My mind was tight and ran like a engine
When you showed up it was the darkest of dark nights
The saddest of sad sights
I hung on through unsteady drugs

Cat cartoons on the sleeve of me
They never leave me
A billion broken band joes rule
The sun is setting on the life I'm leaving
The bill collector ca'nt understand the heavy metal kid's agenda
Tell me, brenda, is there more to this I need to see?

My mind was loose and ran like an demon
If you don't mind I'd rather fuck up my own life
Bore into sad nights
Please don't expect a birthday card
Tell me, what's expected? what is owed?

Do you really want to fix it even though it's made of snow?
Tell me, brenda, I can't really remember
Cause I'm swinging from my family tree
Is this real, innate, or just a fucking screen?
Is this real or is it all just words to sing?

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"In The Red" album track list