Killing Comb by Rasputina
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Song title Killing Comb
Artist Rasputina
the summer i
simmered simple in the sand
no tongue- tied
mum and dumb
the comb
it just
found itself in my hand
i stood when i
should i run
a conspiracy
those fellows and me
and the comb
the way its going
hardly i
hardly i
hardly i knew him
but he had to die
to establish
whereabouts
where for?
if guilty
flawed or more
the world would find me
sprawled on the floor
a vulgar foreigner
a conspiracy
those fellows and me
and the comb
the way its going
hardly i
hardly i
hardly i knew him
but he had to die