Sewing Machine
Track 6, Bedroom Demos Vol. 1: Zero Demand
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BEDROOM DEMOS VOL. 1: ZERO DEMANDHome Alone with an 8-Track Recorder. |
You could run my lips through a sewing machine
And I’d still prattle on about making your scene
Making your grade, making your team
Making puffy hearts with your sewing machineYou could force my hands through a shredding device
And I’d still wanna hold you ‘cause holdin’ you’s nice
Now holding ain’t free, but I’ve paid the price
Somehow my receipt found the shredding deviceRazor blade salad and cyanide stew
Turtle fudge cheesecake drizzled with poo
You serve me this meal, I’ll serve you for life
Let me brush my teeth, then I’ll make you my wifeYou could push my heart cross a cheese grater blade
And I’d still build my house on your promises made
Your promises broke are crudely displayed
Hanging off the edge of a cheese grater bladeYou could wring my neck tightly-wound noose
And I’d still find a reason to hope for a truce
Yes, hope is a thread that’s just broken loose
Somewhere at the top of this tightly wound nooseRazor blade salad, cyanide stew
Turtle fudge cheesecake covered in goo
You serve me this meal, I’ll serve you for life
Let me brush my teeth, then I’ll make you my wife
Let me brush my teeth, then I’ll make you my wife












