Paroles de Old Broken

We turned in to concrete dogs
I could go for a cup, for a cup of skin
after soaking in a tub, in a tub of gin
I would rot in a pile of thoughts
if I could be old broken again
Old broken again
Old broken again
If I could be old broken again

Pedestrian reaction times are melting, frosty glass
venom, venom
In the venom lies a truth
In the venom lies a truth

Old broken again
Old broken again
If I could be old broken again

We met at an old broken sea shanty gathering
We turned in to concrete dogs
At an sea shanty
Gathering

Old broken again
Old broken again After soaking in a tub, in a tub of gin