Lyrics:
Dormant at your court
You can try to move on
Tripped by stitches come undone
Your skin burns and prickles
Your skin burns and prickles
Your skin
the houses down payment it's sacred
I'm nothing but skin and bones
Yeah I'm nothing but skin and fat
Do you guys know what prickle puss is
Prickle what
Dormant at your court
You can try to move on
Tripped by stitches come undone
Your skin burns and prickles
Your skin burns and prickles
Your skin
you speak you make me feel little
Pull the prickle, hope it doesn't tickle
Hope it sends you straight to the fucking hospital
Could you scribble, here
A little bits a lot and a lots not enough
Not for me
Not for me
Prickle and a spine
I don't want your time
Do you see
Can you see
I will be grow
thought you had control but your life's in the palm of a chemical
Prickle prickle prickle to the rhythm of the beat
You want your blood black I've got just
drunkenly
And over the rooftops when the stars prickle the skies
London is sleeping and the Mississippi moon shines
I hear them making love
I hear
Can't blame it on the booze 'cause
Whenever there's a cute girl
My brain hits the snooze
I've got a prickle on my skin
I could play a violin
Sing
drunkenly
and over the rooftops when the stars prickle the skies
London is sleeping and the Mississippi moon shines
I hear them making love
I hear
down?
Trickle down right in front of you
A little tickle, tickle, tickle, all your neck hairs prickle
As they barbecue the sentinels, and eat them
The walk, the talk the way you sulk
Behave, shave, comply
Seems like forever fast like salt
Prickles your tongue, it's too much
Your speach, like
Listen, my friend!
I am a hedgehog.
Prickle, prickle!
Look at my pointy, spiky spine!
I can be dangerous.
Even though Im little!
Thousands
the punch and the stroke of a cheek
The blood rush and prickle from under the silk
The black eyes from screaming and energy spilled
Tried to be better the man
sheltered, begin to start over
Holding it on my tongue
Prickle wreath, a prickle wreath in your arms
Esteem it bleeds, the gold is leaching out
But when
Green head, green head
Purple hair, purple hair
Shred, shred, shred, shred
Prikle, prickle, prickle
Everywhere
Listen up!
I wanna tell'ya
'bout this
simply there because
Nowhere else to feel rotten
Nowhere else to feel rotten
Nowhere else to feel rotten!
Mud and prickles misbegotten
Nowhere else
what I want
Free like a bird like a shooting star
Away from the pain that prickles hard
Going young and wild counting 1 to 10
Travel mile by mile
below, so deep I'm feeling nauseous
Dark in your shadow
Cover for your face
Prickle on your skin
I can bring the waves
I will be your cause
The false
You're deaf to it, blind to it
It's like a thunderclap
Feel the prickles running
Up and down your back
Why so divine, the pain of love
To do poor sinners good
[Refrain]
The holly bears a prickle,
As sharp as any thorn,
And Mary bore sweet Jesus Christ,
On Christmas Day in
it's just another day:
Just another day.
Feel that hot rush start its tickle.
Sweat is rising, taste buds prickle
With ears of bat and eye
sweet Jesus Christ
To do poor sinners good
[Chorus]
The holly bears a prickle
As sharp as any thorn
And Mary bore sweet Jesus Christ
The pulse is a thud
Of such familiar blood
And it floods your heart
Each muscle will twitch
Each nerve will prickle and itch
And it falls apart
you been through the mill
Never will a new love will be the same
Good riddance ah goodbye
Every, every prickle is you own to
But fools will be
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