Текст песни Spin

Bird swings, sing blue, my Paris fling
Out the screen door, off and old cassette
My mind was tight and ran like a engine,
When you showed up it was the darkest of dark nights
The saddest of sad sights
I hung on through unsteady drugs.

Cat cartoons on the sleeve of me
They never leave me
A billion broken band Joes rule
The sun is setting on the life I'm leaving,
The bill collector ca'nt understand the heavy metal kid's agenda,
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My mind was loose and ran like an demon,
If you don't mind I'd rather fuck up my own life,

Bore into sad nights
Please don't expect a birthday card.
Tell me, what's expected? what is owed?

Do you really want to fix it even though it's made of snow?
Tell me, Brenda, I can't really remember
Cause I'm swinging from my family tree
Is this real, innate, or just a fucking screen?
Is this real or is it all just words to sing?