lyrics
I am a sword swallower with an ulcer
Don't say a word, I can't fit another
Bluntings the tips of daggers, thrown and caught
by loose and tight lips, cruel thoughts

I wish you wouldn't say stuff like that

I am the hole that the glass shattered around
Each shard meets and stares at the ground
Nothing to say and I can't make a sound

Styler

cruncher

Good old fashioned lovin
in the rocks and the trees
Small as a tower
Big as the bees
I want to feel it
whenever I need

Good old fashion lovin
Scurries and flees
Crawls under the oven
So I get down on my knees
Scrounging all around
Come back to me please

Good old fashion lovin
I jump and I weep
Hear it call and I'm running
Prove how far I can leap
When my knees ache
When my body breaks
Please carry me

old fashion lovin

Recorded live with: vocals and nylon guitar.
Overdubbed tracks: Guitar, vocals, drums, lead guitar, bass, tambourine.

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