Poor Infant letra

I refuse, refuse to weaken my will, adhered here to glue to these
neglected sheets, stranded on, abandoned on my own two feet, tenants of
occupants of indifferent streets. Oh poor infant, you only took an
instant, but now you're soaking in it, you're in for quite a ride, my
poor little flopping on the griddle, still bloody in the middle.
Conjuring, coaxing out my bravest face, suffer through, carreen through
rooms of tired eyes, whining high, like an engine fed on spite, too much
to take, too much luck, I dump the clutch every time. Through the womb,
into this mess with me, it was no accident I had to have some company,
through the membrane out you came, reluctantly sure, I bore you
selflessly, but I had to have some company, company, company, company.

Tilt - Letras

• 'Til It Kills
• Acathasia
• Acathisia
• Addicton
• Animated Corpse
• Annie Segall
• Bad Seed
• Berkeley Pier
• Clotheshorse
• Collect 'em All
• Come Across
• Confines Of Love
• Crying Jag
• Dead Bum
• Dear Wife
• Dental Wreck
• Die Of Shame
• Dirty Kitchen Eternity
• Dumb Little World
• Fool To Blame
• Goddess Of The Moon
• Gunplay
• Hero Marauder
• Idiot Lips
• It's Who You Know
• John For The Working Man
• Land Of Fragments
• Learning Like A Barn
• Libel
• Lips Tits Hips
• Locust
• Loyalty
• Minister Of Culture
• Molly Coddled
• Not Going Anywhere
• Old Skool Pig
• One Day
• Palm Tree (in West Oakland)
• Partial Birth
• Past The Point
• Pious
• Play Cell
• Pontiac
• Poor Infant
• Redemption
• Small Bills
• Sterile Heaven
• Storm Center
• Suspended
• Theme From The Dukes Of Hazzard (Good Ol' Boys)
• Tundra
• Unlucky Lounge
• Unravel
• War Room
• Where In The World Is Carmen San Diego?
• White Homes
• Windowsill
• Worse To Bad
• Yellow Bellies