Pincushion Boy Songtext
von Severe Tire Damage

You′re waking up all sweaty
In the middle of the night
So you try reading a story
But there's trouble with your eyesight
And you′re feeling weak and dizzy
You're complaining of your plight
To your doctor who decides to check
Your ears out with a light, and

You're a pincushion boy
You′re a pincushion boy
You′re a pincushion boy
You're a pincushion


They draw your blood and urine
Make you walk a balance beam
And then they strap and muzzle you into
A claustrophobe′s worst bad dream
When they've jiggled every molecule
They let you out to scream
But when they take some fluids from your spine
You catch the needle′s gleam, yeah

You're a pincushion boy
You′re a pincushion boy
You're a pincushion boy
You're a pincushion boy

You′ve got a diagnosis that
Explains the bumps and spills
And why walking down the street
Reminds you of a climb straight uphill
You inject yourself with drugs that give you
Tremors, pains, and chills
And though you know the shots are not a cure
They′ll have to do until, so

You're a pincushion boy
You′re a pincushion boy
You're a pincushion boy
You′re a pincushion boy