Young Throats Songtext
von Parenthetical Girls

He′s lifelike when the light strikes right
But no less charmless otherwise
Surprised with where my interest lies
I try to bite my tongue this time

But tonight, Christ,
Can't you see my hands were tied?
My hands were tied
And on my mother′s life
Suppose that I might throw this fight
God knows I truly tried


Come on, let's get this over with
I dreamt of this in triplicate
Don't trust my? privileges
That just don′t enter into this
Jesus Christ, look at the size of it
The size of it
You lips clench like a fist
What promises you wet them with
Brace yourself and this won′t hurt a bit
And who could help but mourn for more than this?
I crossed myself before I crossed your lips
And cling my count to something just like this