The Spare

Weak in the soul
Every one knows
Walking on eggshells with broken toes

Ripped out hair
Smell the despair
We'll all die in the electric chair

The spare

One in the crowd
You're not allowed
To step out of line unless you're wearing a crown

Ripped out hair
Smell the despair
We'll all die in the electric chair

The spare

Surplus to all requirements

Weak in the soul
Every one knows
Walking on eggshells with broken toes

Ripped out hair
Smell the despair
We'll all die in the electric chair



Credits
Writer(s): Hollow Bones
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