Servile in nature
Self is
Sins won’t come ‘round
I keep telling my life
It’s fortunate that it’s all in one piece
Desirable, undeniable, secret- Oh, I’m sure
That life inside life where things are done
Guilty- guilty as charged
And it’ll probably sweat your pants
Or bump you, silly goose
Wrack up some points in your nerves
Then send cold to your feet
Ooh, another train
Guil-Ty-As… Charging- yeah, still charging
Bumped like the train’s front was fluff
Not dead, not yet
Not for a hard long time
Wounded, the front of that train really wasn’t fluff
Hit by a train and lived
The headline of my life
