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I've lost the plot again, tell your friends to sharpen their teeth
There's a few quid to be made
And my soul's a sorry state, so come on down, you empty lovers
Worms come out of the woodwork, and the snakes start to sing
Do you feel the chill clawing at the back of your neck?
I start to spill, did you really think that you could fix me?
They'll sell your bones for another roll
Well, sharpen your teeth, tell yourself that it's just business
Worms come out of the woodwork
Leeches crawl from out of the dirt
Rats come out of the holes they call home
I fall apart, and the snakes start to sing
Don't say I'm better off dead 'cause Heaven's full and Hell won't have me
Won't you make some room in your bed?
Oh well, you could lock me up in your heart and throw away the key
Won't you take me out of my head?
I'm just a woulda been, coulda been, shoulda been, never was and never ever will be
Well, sharpen your teeth, tell yourself that it's just business
Woulda been, coulda been, shoulda been, never was and never ever will be
Worms come out of the woodwork, and the snakes start to sing
Worms come out of the woodwork
Leeches crawl from out of the dirt
Rats come out of the holes they call home
I fall apart, and the snakes start to sing
If you can't soar with the eagles, then don't fly with the flock
Are you still getting high?
Did you catch your own reflection in the knife my mother held?
Or the hell in my father's eyes?
If you can't soar with the eagles, then don't fly with the flock
Are you still getting by?
Was I your knight in shining armour? The apple of your eye?
Or just a step to climb?
If you can't soar with the eagles, then don't fly with the flock
Are you still getting high?
Did you catch your own reflection in the knife my mother held?
Or the hell in my father's eyes?
If you can't soar with the eagles, then don't fly with the flock
Are you still getting by?
Was I your knight in shining armour or the apple of your eye?
Or just a step, a fucking step to climb?
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