Text:
Young Knives The Voices Of Animals And Men

Button, Button, Button Needle, Needle, Needle Cotton, Cotton, Cotton Work the wordless week There?s no drudgery in detail Maker of the neat Tailors are the best And

amaze Saccharine jollies and other such terrible ways You live for the evening because it?s the best part of the day And hold out for weekends and bleak days of illness And

I find myself in therapy? Or leap and just see where I land And I will never go down fighting (x4) Well it is cold, cold, cold And I think I?m going

bone idols in my time but they really take the biscuit I tried to make talk to them nice I wanted them to like me, yeah But the time went by and the

he jokes and he smiles Yet he sleeps like a child Tall tales, cliques and whispers Tell of secret kisses They keep on lying like no one really matters And then those lies they just scatter and

If you want to fit in A celery It gets you through to half time A celery Why don't you, erm, smash the system from within (A celery) Get yourself a promotion And

Constant winning Left him wanting No point choosing They chose for him All the faces All the faces Blanked out faces Blanked out faces In the Pink (