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My chest is a ribcage, filled with bees Spires, flames, Cincinnatti Reminds me of hell Thrust into the pit of bengals We'll push that horned building Off into the fog I ain't been laid in five long years, man It's just I got these ideals I can't get them out of my head And she's waiting for me somewhere On a train or a bus or something mundane like that I know that's the case, you see I know it to be so, you can ask my mom And we'll give each other presents sometimes And relive all the fun times we had at other times When we were not having them right then And when that don't happen Use my ribcage parts to build a ship Don't bother putting it back together Use my ribcage parts to build a ship What it protects, don't even fucking matter Songtexte Use my ribcage parts to build a ship Don't bother putting it back together Use my ribcage parts to build a ship What it protects, don't even fucking matter She's on a train or something, you know And they wreck from time to time You might say that's rediculous But the demographics, man, never lie The demographics never lie To somebody her scalp is peeled From the twisted plastic right now What if it's mine I'll just be a thousand Oxygen channel movies To a thousand different people A thousand different ways And I don't care who it hurts And when that does happen Use my ribcage parts to build a ship Don't bother putting it back together Use my ribcage parts to build a ship What it protects, don't even fucking matter Use my ribcage parts to build a ship Don't bother putting it back together Use my ribcage parts to build a ship What it protects, don't even fucking matter Everyone's listening, I can't communicate effectively Under these circumstances, too self conscious I always do the same old shit, when it really matters Like now, like now, like now My chest It is a ribcage It is a chest It is a ribcage It is a chest It is a ribcage It is a chest On it depends, the ground bends After everything crumbles to pieces I will be happy in my mess Aus Songtexte Mania