That’s my other hand, open and empty
It wants one too I guess
That’s my other jaw, swollen and shameless
It talks too much I know
And another singer is born, with every sip I take
Wash away my words, just like my flesh and bone
And they’re barking of me, yeah they’re working on me
Just like my favorite dog
Geronimo, look out below
I love that rusty water like it was my favorite dog
Geronimo, look out below
I love that rusty water like it was my favorite dog
That’s my other head, open and bleeding
It thinks too much I guess
That’s my other eye, swollen by fearless
It’s seen too much I know
And another singer is killed with every sip I take
Drain away my words, just like my flesh and bone
And they’re working on me, yeah they’re working on me
Just like my favorite dog
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