Crib Death Songtext
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Crib Death Songtext
Could have been good if it wasn′t for you
Fucked up with one fucked more with two
Could have had money could have had fun
Who knew ten pounds would weigh as a ton
Shoving the shit into the trunk
Packed in the back with the rest of the junk
Let's go for a ride out to the lake
No saying how long this will take
Your birthday all zeros no pictures in frames
Small bodies in water my head in flames
I have been dead since you′ve been alive
Could have stayed home and make you taste knives
Roll empty bottles of supposed meds
Drink while you play dream of hammered in heads
No driver present a block on the floor
Misery moving off shore
Crib death
A sliced open stomach to pull out the slime
So hard to name these worst of times
Might have been different if there was some help
Sent out dressed in beatings with belts
No one is asking nobody cares
I wonder how fast you could go down the stairs
Put in the bag and tossed in the can
Burned every inch but the hands
Got a collection stored in a stack
Encased in concrete never turn black
You have a brother under the lid
You'll be together and very well hid
A family forgotten in quick setting mix
Decaying decor behind the bricks
Pipes have burst there will be no rust
Children gathering dust
Crib death
Fucked up with one fucked more with two
Could have had money could have had fun
Who knew ten pounds would weigh as a ton
Shoving the shit into the trunk
Packed in the back with the rest of the junk
Let's go for a ride out to the lake
No saying how long this will take
Your birthday all zeros no pictures in frames
Small bodies in water my head in flames
I have been dead since you′ve been alive
Could have stayed home and make you taste knives
Roll empty bottles of supposed meds
Drink while you play dream of hammered in heads
No driver present a block on the floor
Misery moving off shore
Crib death
A sliced open stomach to pull out the slime
So hard to name these worst of times
Might have been different if there was some help
Sent out dressed in beatings with belts
No one is asking nobody cares
I wonder how fast you could go down the stairs
Put in the bag and tossed in the can
Burned every inch but the hands
Got a collection stored in a stack
Encased in concrete never turn black
You have a brother under the lid
You'll be together and very well hid
A family forgotten in quick setting mix
Decaying decor behind the bricks
Pipes have burst there will be no rust
Children gathering dust
Crib death
Writer(s): William Emerson Hyland Jr Lyrics powered by www.musixmatch.com