Dot X - Speedy Ortiz

Caress cement ‘til it’s dry

Come clean your hands in the backseat before you’re onto the next fiend

Don’t ever touch my blade, you fool

You’ll be cursed for a lifetime

Don’t ever touch my blade, you fool

You’ll be cursed for a lifetime

Don’t ever touch my kid, you sick thing

Range utensil flaking in the wind

Wanna stand in place like a foil deer?

Isn’t that the reason you came here?

Don’t ever touch my ring, you fool

You’ll be cursed for a lifetime

Don’t ever touch my ring, you fool

You’ll be cursed for a lifetime

Don’t ever touch my kid, you sick thing

You know by now

With all these drops of blood it is love

Moonballing bureaucrats

With all this love, it is death

Get in the van and take my hand

We’re onto the next life

Smothered and fond, not redolent

Scarred and it’s timesome

Don’t ever touch my kid

You fool, you fool

You fool, you fool

You’ll be cursed

You’ll be cursed