Oxford Collapse - Mola**es lyrics

Why can't I scrape the scuff out your lungs Open blisters sunburnt tongues Why can't I break the bones of your toes Inflamed fingers and a crooked nose If you're coming home late please let me know I'll move the place settings so it won't get cold How can I cut your arteries out With the parade and the weekend crowd Why can't I pick the scabs off your legs They'll drip like mola**es down my face Chase ravens and eagles find her Loch Haven and a reminder With a hug or a handshake we'll meet after dark Troll the beaches of Na**au looking for lost You know you're gonna get bored after a year With your animal ways you'll f** it up