Soul Coughing - Down To This download song

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Polyester burns from a jacket rub the skin thin, polyester burns from a jacket rub the skin thin Coughing, my muscles in a mess like a mess of spaghetti
Rug burns from a shag rug, follow the dotted line like a steer to chicago Coughing, you get the ankles and i ll get the wrists
You get the ankles and i ll get the wrists, you get the ankles and i ll get the wrists
My muscles in a mess like a mess of spaghetti, lie low in the mittens in the lost and found
Blood like a panful of boiling ratatouille, cashier toothpick stuck in the ground Coughing, you get the ankles and i ll get the wrists
You get the ankles and i ll get the wrists, you get the ankles and i ll get the wrists, my eyes turn to water
my muscles in a mess like a mess of spaghetti

i could get lost in a lunchbox
You come down to this, you come down to this, you get the ankles and i ll get the wrists
My muscles in a mess like a mess of spaghetti, you get the ankles and i ll get the wrists
My muscles in a mess like a mess of spaghetti, cashier toothpick stuck in the ground
You get the ankles and i ll get the wrists, you get the ankles and i ll get the wrists
You come down to this, i could get lost in a lunchbox, polyester burns from a jacket rub the skin thin
I get all tripped up, you get the ankles and i ll get the wrists This, hack through the mess with a greased-up machete

Hack through the mess with a greased-up machete, i get all tripped up
Break down in a diner then i paid the bill, struck dumb in the presence Coughing, tiny lawnmower to mow me down
You come down to this, nerves are up and the eyes all screwy Soul, you get the ankles and i ll get the wrists
you get the ankles and i ll get the wrists
You get the ankles and i ll get the wrists, but to the hooks of the chicago man
cashier toothpick stuck in the ground
you get the ankles and i ll get the wrists

blood like a panful of boiling ratatouille
You get the ankles and i ll get the wrists, tiny lawnmower to mow me down
cashier toothpick stuck in the ground
You get the ankles and i ll get the wrists, but to the hooks of the chicago man
you get the ankles and i ll get the wrists
You get the ankles and i ll get the wrists, but to the hooks of the chicago man
lie low in the mittens in the lost and found

You get the ankles and i ll get the wrists, you get the ankles and i ll get the wrists, i could get lost in a lunchbox
I could get lost in a lunchbox, you get the ankles and i ll get the wrists, i could get lost in a lunchbox
Blood like a panful of boiling ratatouille, polyester burns from a jacket rub the skin thin, blood like a panful of boiling ratatouille
But to the hooks of the chicago man, you come down to this
I could get lost in a lunchbox, you get the ankles and i ll get the wrists, you get the ankles and i ll get the wrists
I could get lost in a lunchbox, i get all tripped up, rug burns from a shag rug
but to the hooks of the chicago man

My muscles in a mess like a mess of spaghetti, i get all tripped up, you get the ankles and i ll get the wrists
You come down to this, hang from the axles of a boxcar
break down in a diner then i paid the bill
Rug burns from a shag rug, you come down to this, you get the ankles and i ll get the wrists
You get the ankles and i ll get the wrists, you get the ankles and i ll get the wrists
You get the ankles and i ll get the wrists, hang from the axles of a boxcar
Cashier toothpick stuck in the ground, my eyes turn to water