Joyce Manor - 21st Dead Rats lyrics
[Joyce Manor - 21st Dead Rats lyrics]
The first of the night
Who could stand there staring at
The blacks of your eyes?
What a curious type
Reaching out for the iron
To never ask for a slap
But don't indulge in a smile
We're twenty-first dead rats again
You're the worst in turn
The first of the hour
I can feel it creeping on
Me out of the shower
Like a film on a postcard, a moment entranced
And with the confidence of prom queens
Insist on me asking well say it was me
Who's getting sick on my jeans
Just as I thought about the part that goes
"You're such a disease"
Go on and call around after
I've been put down
So fucking empty when it hit's
You'll hear a hollow sound
I'm twenty-first dead rats again