Burn the Scab - Le Butcherettes

How many times must I have to paint

Over these mountains drawn of grass

When all you do is being wrapped in wit

Deeper than any wounded scab?

Burn it, burn it down beneath the soil

Where you store your crazy, sleazy animal dust

Burn it, burn it down beneath the soil

Where you store your crazy, sleazy animal dust

I find it hard to articulate

I find it hard to pronounce

I find it hard to articulate

I find it hard to pronounce these words

How many times must I have to say

You’re losing me over a stab

Following dust throughout endless rows

That lead under the open skies?

Burn it, burn it down beneath the soil

Where you store your crazy, sleazy animal dust

Burn it, burn it down beneath the soil

Where you store your crazy, sleazy animal dust

I find it hard to articulate

I find it hard to pronounce

I find it hard to articulate

I find it hard to pronounce these words

Burn it, burn it to the ground, watch it melt away

Burn it, burn it to the ground, watch it melt away

Burn it, burn it to the ground, watch it melt away

Burn it, burn it to the ground, watch it melt away

I find it hard to articulate

I find it hard to pronounce

I find it hard to articulate

I find it hard to pronounce these words

I find it hard to articulate

I find it hard to pronounce

I find it hard to articulate

I find it hard to pronounce these words