Lyrics Knives In The Drain - Lydia Lunch
My
windows
are
on
the
street
And
there's
knives
in
my
drain
I've
broken
the
cardboard
Forced
fists
in
my
brain
I
blacken
the
walls
as
I
suffer
my
youth
I've
got
the
cancer
of
birth
And
I
ask
what's
the
use
There's
knives
in
my
drain
And
there's
shafts
in
my
brain
Curling
the
hairs
and
every
man's
mad
Broken
fingers
of
passion
and
every
girl's
sad
I'm
split
and
unbled
and
I'm
ripped
to
the
sore
Every
man's
madness
and
I'm
hurdling
ripped
to
the
core
There's
knives
in
my
drain
Empty
splints
in
my
brain
I've
carved
knives
in
my
hair,
it's
every
man's
dream
I've
broken
the
passion
and
every
girl
bleeds
I'm
blackened
and
bleeding,
I'm
ripped
to
my
youth
Every
man's
madness,
and
I
ask,
what's
the
use?
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