Sister Swire - My Sister is a Butcher lyrics
[Sister Swire - My Sister is a Butcher lyrics]
One, two, three this song is called
My sister is a butcher
And she is pretty calm
Lives like a macabre Jim Henson
Wants to die like John Lennon
Has an eye for foreign bodies
Calories sticking to your ribs
She's not working on her foresight
'Cause her hindsight is a black light
And the stains, a Jackson Pollock of regret
And her fortress is a mattress
And her mattress is a doorstep
And her doorstep is a key half cut
And while she claims she's getting higher
I know fine well that
Shе's a lying optimistic
With a half drained cup
My sister is a butcher
And shе is barely there
Ghosting round a near nirvana
A swollen back an thinning hair
The fowl is squacking in the backyard
Squeals with the ever bleeding dawn
She breaks the neck and bastes the breast
Tit's on the gooseneck like
A wine that's blessed
Repetitive and desperate as a psalm
And her fortress is a mattress
And her mattress is a doorstep
And her doorstep is a key half cut
And while she claims she's getting higher
I know fine well that
She's a lying optimistic
With a half drained cup
I've heard the same six anecdotes so
Many times that it's a joke
A Wilhelm cackle from a novel rut
No, we're not blind she's killing time
And time has murder on the mind
She slurs her words, we bat an eye
She fills back up
My sister is a butcher
And she is pretty calm a macabre Jim Henson
Wants to die like John Lennon
A classic alibi for mad men
Awakes guiltless with no regret
She's never upset when she stumbles
Never prouder when she mumbles
'Cause the high she needs to
Heal has made it's bed
And her fortress is a mattress
And her mattress is a doorstep
And her doorstep is a key half cut
And while she claims she's getting higher
I know fine well that
She's a lying optimistic
With a half drained cup
I've heard the same six anecdotes so
Many times that it's a joke
A Wilhelm cackle from a novel rut
No, we're not blind she's killing time
And time has murder on the mind
She slurs her words, we bat an eye
She fills back up
My sister is a butcher
And she is pretty calm
Lives like a macabre Jim Henson
Wants to die like John Lennon
Has an eye for foreign bodies
Calories sticking to your ribs
She's not working on her foresight
'Cause her hindsight is a black light
And the stains, a Jackson Pollock of regret
And her fortress is a mattress
And her mattress is a doorstep
And her doorstep is a key half cut
And while she claims she's getting higher
I know fine well that
Shе's a lying optimistic
With a half drained cup
My sister is a butcher
And shе is barely there
Ghosting round a near nirvana
A swollen back an thinning hair
The fowl is squacking in the backyard
Squeals with the ever bleeding dawn
She breaks the neck and bastes the breast
Tit's on the gooseneck like
A wine that's blessed
Repetitive and desperate as a psalm
And her fortress is a mattress
And her mattress is a doorstep
And her doorstep is a key half cut
And while she claims she's getting higher
I know fine well that
She's a lying optimistic
With a half drained cup
I've heard the same six anecdotes so
Many times that it's a joke
A Wilhelm cackle from a novel rut
No, we're not blind she's killing time
And time has murder on the mind
She slurs her words, we bat an eye
She fills back up
My sister is a butcher
And she is pretty calm a macabre Jim Henson
Wants to die like John Lennon
A classic alibi for mad men
Awakes guiltless with no regret
She's never upset when she stumbles
Never prouder when she mumbles
'Cause the high she needs to
Heal has made it's bed
And her fortress is a mattress
And her mattress is a doorstep
And her doorstep is a key half cut
And while she claims she's getting higher
I know fine well that
She's a lying optimistic
With a half drained cup
I've heard the same six anecdotes so
Many times that it's a joke
A Wilhelm cackle from a novel rut
No, we're not blind she's killing time
And time has murder on the mind
She slurs her words, we bat an eye
She fills back up