文本歌词

Knives in the Drain - Lydia Lunch
My windows are on the street
And there's knives in my drain
I've broken the cardboard
Forced fists in my brain
I blacken the walls as I suffer my youth
I've got the cancer of birth
And I ask what's the use
There's knives in my drain
And there's shafts in my brain
Curling the hairs and every man's mad
Broken fingers of passion and every girl's sad
I'm split and unbled
And I'm ripped to the sore
Every man's madness
And I'm hurdling ripped to the core
There's knives in my drain
Empty splints in my brain
I've carved knives in my hair
It's every man's dream
I've broken the passion and every girl bleeds
I'm blackened and bleeding
I'm ripped to my youth
Every man's madness
And I ask what's the use