CORRECT LYRICS
Lyrics : Baxter 3rd Is Under f*cking Siege
Some songs sound the way it feels to have a rib out of place
But I ran all of my errands
And all of my ribs are quite in
The animals are quiet
And all the things are in the bin
I put them in there with you here
When I remove them you'll be gone
I guess there's nothing to be scared of
I guess there's really nothing wrong
And there's no shame in sleeping later
There's no shame in sleeping more
No shame at all in being such a filthy frigid Lysol-huffing whore
When the clock strikes three nineteen
My words will sink into the sea
And I will know for a split second that
My whole life's ceased to be
The morning I woke up to leave there
As soon as I opened my eyes
It hurt so bad that I could taste it
So cold it burned all my insides
But I ran all of my errands
And all of my ribs are quite in
The animals are quiet
And all the things are in the bin
I put them in there with you here
When I remove them you'll be gone
I guess there's nothing to be scared of
I guess there's really nothing wrong
And there's no shame in sleeping later
There's no shame in sleeping more
No shame at all in being such a filthy frigid Lysol-huffing whore
When the clock strikes three nineteen
My words will sink into the sea
And I will know for a split second that
My whole life's ceased to be
The morning I woke up to leave there
As soon as I opened my eyes
It hurt so bad that I could taste it
So cold it burned all my insides
