Kind Of Like Spitting - Spin Lyrics
Bird swings, sing blue, my Paris flingOut the screen door, off and old cassetteMy mind was tight and ran like a demon,When you showed up it was the darkest of dark nightsThe saddest of sad sightsI hung on through unsteady drugs.Cat cartoons on the sleeve of meThey never leave meA billion broken band Joes ruleThe sun is setting on the life I'm leaving,The bill collector ca'nt understand the heavy metal kid's agenda,Tell me, Brenda, is there more to this I need to see?My mind was tight and ran like an engine,If you don't mind I'd rather ***** up my own life,Bore into sad nightsPlease don't expect a birthday card.Tell me, what's expected? what is owed?Do you really want to fix it even though it's made of snow?Tell me, Brenda, I can't really rememberCause I'm swinging from my family treeIs this real, innate, or just a *****ing screen?Is this real or is it all just words to sing?