Sword Cane Songtext
von The Dead Science

Walk the streets like a tired wolf
A sword in my cane
And a scarring bite in my mouth
Enervated and soft with regret
Last night′s not fully revealed itself yet
Jazz fist into the mouth of a friend
Dress shoe heel through the window

The slowest anesthesia
For the slowest surgery
Turn the knife to
Enervated and soft with regret
Last night's not fully revealed itself yet
Jazz fist into the mouth of a friend
Dress shoe heel through the window

I wish that I couldn′t say
"Untenuably sad"
To the best thing that I never had


Drunk and swaying
On the overpass
With time enough still
You say you don't own me
Enervated and crippling unsure
Jazz fist into the body of a girl
Let the sails and the curtains unfurl
Suit become my ghost costume

I wish that I couldn't say
"Untenuably sad"
To the best thing that I never had

Weeping to him
My horns, they sing to me
Weeping to him
My horns, they sing to me
And it feels like
And it feels like
Ooh, ooh, ooh, ooh
Ooh, ooh, ooh, ooh
Ooh, ooh, ooh, ooh
Ooh, ooh, ooh, ooh
Ooh, ooh, ooh, ooh
Ooh, ooh, ooh, ooh
Ooh, ooh, ooh, ooh
Ooh, ooh, ooh, ooh