Hip Dysplasia

Bet my teeth are made of stone
If I face North, bet moss will grow
I'm sure I'll regret when I'm old
I'm sure I'll regret when I'm old

I can hear their bones
Secret, shaking tones
Rest when they're alone
Rest when they're alone

Count their lungs but not the days
Wrap just one around their face
Hope to keep doctors away
Hope to keep doctors away



Credits
Writer(s): Benjamin Krummenacher
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