barebaiting

Song	barebaiting
Artist	Ruby Throat
Album	Out of a Black Cloud Came a Bird

	I don't care how well intended
	It was meant when he sent it
	Long forgot in the blink of an eye
	I got your locks all amended
	And your bird less well defended
	With silk thread to climb you up into the sky
	You know that it's true
	But of course it's up to you
	Still he doesn't love you
	Still he doesn't love you
	And as he held through the night
	He took out your second sight
	He left it all for the magpie and the fox
	But buried it safe
	In your special place
	A crease, a crevice you forgot
	But he still smells so nice
	So against all advice
	I creep into the hole that he sleeps
	But I must have dropped the key
	So I'll just sing until I bleed
	Still he doesn't love me
	Still he doesn't love me
	I take a turn in his tailspin
	To churn the urn that he's ailed in
	I break the last thread of the screw
	My compass cracked in his grip
	And as he spits out all my pips
	Still he doesn't love you
	Still he doesn't love you
	He cut it out stitch by stitch
	In my fallopian grip
	I hang the dead meat on his tree
	And as I screeched through the night
	He said, “My wife fell on that knife”
	He coughed and he coughed until he bleed
	So when you going to learn?
	When will you tend to these burns?
	When will you wake from this hell?
	You can put it in a song
	But that won't change what's wrong
	No, it won't give you the key to the cell
	You know that it's true
	But of course it's up to you
	Still he doesn't love you
	Still he doesn't love you
	Still he doesn't love you

	I don' t care how well intended
	It was meant when he sent it
	Long forgot in the blink of an eye
	I got your locks all amended
	And your bird less well defended
	With silk thread to climb you up into the sky
	You know that it' s true
	But of course it' s up to you
	Still he doesn' t love you
	Still he doesn' t love you
	And as he held through the night
	He took out your second sight
	He left it all for the magpie and the fox
	But buried it safe
	In your special place
	A crease, a crevice you forgot
	But he still smells so nice
	So against all advice
	I creep into the hole that he sleeps
	But I must have dropped the key
	So I' ll just sing until I bleed
	Still he doesn' t love me
	Still he doesn' t love me
	I take a turn in his tailspin
	To churn the urn that he' s ailed in
	I break the last thread of the screw
	My compass cracked in his grip
	And as he spits out all my pips
	Still he doesn' t love you
	Still he doesn' t love you
	He cut it out stitch by stitch
	In my fallopian grip
	I hang the dead meat on his tree
	And as I screeched through the night
	He said, " My wife fell on that knife"
	He coughed and he coughed until he bleed
	So when you going to learn?
	When will you tend to these burns?
	When will you wake from this hell?
	You can put it in a song
	But that won' t change what' s wrong
	No, it won' t give you the key to the cell
	You know that it' s true
	But of course it' s up to you
	Still he doesn' t love you
	Still he doesn' t love you
	Still he doesn' t love you