Song | Cockle Shell |
Artist | King Creosote |
Album | Bombshell |
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I’m sleepless with my self inflicted hell | |
I’m supposed to love you, mind, body and soul | |
I’ve gotten caught up on another and another | |
I’ve gotten caught up on the demons | |
And I know them all to well | |
I’m opened eyed, slack jawed, a cockle shell | |
I’ve likely punched myself below the belt | |
I’ve gotten caught up on another and another | |
All pretty maids in a row | |
Without a silver bell | |
I’m quite contrary, Mary | |
You won’t share me | |
You’re much too easy, girl | |
I’m an airhead, Mildred | |
You won’t spare me | |
Guillotine me if you will | |
You won’t share me | |
Much too easy | |
You won’t spare me | |
Much rather kill me | |
Choke me, blind me, cut off my hands |
I' m sleepless with my self inflicted hell | |
I' m supposed to love you, mind, body and soul | |
I' ve gotten caught up on another and another | |
I' ve gotten caught up on the demons | |
And I know them all to well | |
I' m opened eyed, slack jawed, a cockle shell | |
I' ve likely punched myself below the belt | |
I' ve gotten caught up on another and another | |
All pretty maids in a row | |
Without a silver bell | |
I' m quite contrary, Mary | |
You won' t share me | |
You' re much too easy, girl | |
I' m an airhead, Mildred | |
You won' t spare me | |
Guillotine me if you will | |
You won' t share me | |
Much too easy | |
You won' t spare me | |
Much rather kill me | |
Choke me, blind me, cut off my hands |
I' m sleepless with my self inflicted hell | |
I' m supposed to love you, mind, body and soul | |
I' ve gotten caught up on another and another | |
I' ve gotten caught up on the demons | |
And I know them all to well | |
I' m opened eyed, slack jawed, a cockle shell | |
I' ve likely punched myself below the belt | |
I' ve gotten caught up on another and another | |
All pretty maids in a row | |
Without a silver bell | |
I' m quite contrary, Mary | |
You won' t share me | |
You' re much too easy, girl | |
I' m an airhead, Mildred | |
You won' t spare me | |
Guillotine me if you will | |
You won' t share me | |
Much too easy | |
You won' t spare me | |
Much rather kill me | |
Choke me, blind me, cut off my hands |