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• Artiste: Eric Lindley
• Titre: The Jawbone Song
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The body was never so hot, Than laying stripped down to nothing in the back, Of your silly van with the seats, With fur on their covers. The body was never so dry, But I spit up anyhow. In spite, perhaps. The teeth melt down to gum like they were candlesticks, The gums receded, To the jawbone. The jawbone flipped around, Worn like a visor. And the head (the head, the head), It stayed on tight. Every danger is imagined for, Anyone as lucky as we are, Except the one, and that's so far off. The tallest things have tilted over, My head's caught, Between the their upper edges, And I am trapped. Their corners poke under the softest parts, now. And I am mean, I know it, I have lived to know The parts that you have liked and yank them out from Under you, but now, now... I'm in need, I swear I'm dying Or I'm crazy, and what's worse, The schools that I've applied to Have accepted me, and I just can't lose that. Remember when we snuck into your parents' room, And threw on some of their shit like we were married? And suddenly when they got home we tore it all off, I tore a seam, I stole an earring. We kept our mouths shut, Like we know we should. Your mother's lips flapped slower, Than I thought they could. Your father, he might have hated you, He might have hit you. The teeth melt down to gum like they were candlesticks, The gums receded, to the jawbone. The jawbone flipped around, Worn like a visor. And the head (the head, the head), It stayed on tight.