| Song | Stitches |
| Artist | Skid Row |
| Album | United World Rebellion: Chapter One |
| Download | Image LRC TXT |
| Well I’m breaking the place up | |
| Cuz you’re stealing my air | |
| We’ve been going to hell in a handbag | |
| But it is what it is and I don’t really care | |
| The loss of direction | |
| Has turned me around | |
| I am a lone aberration | |
| Too early for judgment or too late to be found | |
| I can’t wait for these stitches to heal | |
| I’m pulling them out for the wound to be real | |
| The breaks and the bruises are | |
| All that I fell | |
| I can’t wait for these stitches to heal | |
| I tick like a time bomb | |
| And fight for my life | |
| The trick in the defusing | |
| You can live a new day or explode in the night | |
| I’ve peeled back my eyelids | |
| To try finding my way | |
| Waiting on some indication | |
| To leave with the light or to not where I lay | |
| I can’t wait for these stitches to heal | |
| I’m pulling them out for the wound to be real | |
| The breaks and the bruises are all that I need | |
| I can’t wait for these stitches to heal | |
| Bent not broken | |
| Down but not out | |
| Bless the chosen ones | |
| Who scream out loud |
| Well I' m breaking the place up | |
| Cuz you' re stealing my air | |
| We' ve been going to hell in a handbag | |
| But it is what it is and I don' t really care | |
| The loss of direction | |
| Has turned me around | |
| I am a lone aberration | |
| Too early for judgment or too late to be found | |
| I can' t wait for these stitches to heal | |
| I' m pulling them out for the wound to be real | |
| The breaks and the bruises are | |
| All that I fell | |
| I can' t wait for these stitches to heal | |
| I tick like a time bomb | |
| And fight for my life | |
| The trick in the defusing | |
| You can live a new day or explode in the night | |
| I' ve peeled back my eyelids | |
| To try finding my way | |
| Waiting on some indication | |
| To leave with the light or to not where I lay | |
| I can' t wait for these stitches to heal | |
| I' m pulling them out for the wound to be real | |
| The breaks and the bruises are all that I need | |
| I can' t wait for these stitches to heal | |
| Bent not broken | |
| Down but not out | |
| Bless the chosen ones | |
| Who scream out loud |
| Well I' m breaking the place up | |
| Cuz you' re stealing my air | |
| We' ve been going to hell in a handbag | |
| But it is what it is and I don' t really care | |
| The loss of direction | |
| Has turned me around | |
| I am a lone aberration | |
| Too early for judgment or too late to be found | |
| I can' t wait for these stitches to heal | |
| I' m pulling them out for the wound to be real | |
| The breaks and the bruises are | |
| All that I fell | |
| I can' t wait for these stitches to heal | |
| I tick like a time bomb | |
| And fight for my life | |
| The trick in the defusing | |
| You can live a new day or explode in the night | |
| I' ve peeled back my eyelids | |
| To try finding my way | |
| Waiting on some indication | |
| To leave with the light or to not where I lay | |
| I can' t wait for these stitches to heal | |
| I' m pulling them out for the wound to be real | |
| The breaks and the bruises are all that I need | |
| I can' t wait for these stitches to heal | |
| Bent not broken | |
| Down but not out | |
| Bless the chosen ones | |
| Who scream out loud |