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Reduced To Teeth Lyrics Artist(Band):Finch
For so long before being exposed To the sun The moon is up, a whisper of "'Till death do you wrong" Patients bother a patient doctor Plastics itch, and bandages the Aftermath won't add up to this. The fever breaks It would take a masochist To live like this I buried my wife today Restitution for my sanity Chasing demons dressed like me Their eyes are not like mine Ignorance is divine Instincts are reduced to teeth That bite the hand that feeds Fear thy father love thy martyr The verdict of the jury hung on The weight of what has become A starry night, a vengeful wish "it doesn't have to be like this" I buried my wife today Restitution for my sanity I buried my wife today Restitution for my sanity Sound the alarm and make No mistake about this All the king's horses and all the king's Men have been sent to put this boy back Together again, but somehow, he must Have been predicting the fall Caged rats, experiments A brain with no oxygen Release all the hostages, you've got To wash your hands of this Caged rats, experiments A brain with no oxygen Release all the hostages, you've got To wash your hands of this murder, murder, murder, murder If you find some error in Reduced To Teeth Lyrics, would you please submit your corrections to me? Thank You. Review about Reduced To Teeth Great song! | Reviewer: CleanRabbit | 1/9/2008 Im a long time fan of Finch, and love all their music. This track in particular has been the cause of much discomfort with many ladies. I think they take some form of offence to "I buried my wife today". Oh well =) CR. Review the song Reduced To Teeth The area is only for review, if you want to submit the lyrics or the corrections of the lyrics, please click the link at the end of the lyrics.  Download "Finch" Music | |
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