i stole it from your pocket and then
i left without a sound.
i put it in a locket and then
i put it in the ground, because
we both know that no evidence can be found.
i placed each photo that i collected and prized in the fire

i made a little potion and then i capped it with my tooth
and if i had a notion that they would offer me a truce,
i would trade each forbidden fortune;
instead, they'll fit me for a noose
they'll string me up by my vows
just for that hour next to you.

i hear the voices below, a lame, mangy mob
a cool constant stutter from pink swollen tongues
well they don't know how i feel

for these flirts, and these tramps,
oh wristcutters, each one of them
oh stop, please listen.
you know they're not that innocent.

no no no no it's not me.
i've paid all my debts, and it's such a small fee for some sleep
my neck for some sleep...

Lyrics submitted by fishquawk

Pink Lips, Black Lungs song meanings
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    Lyric CorrectionI hear the lyric as "I hear the voices below, a lame, mangy mob." (where the question mark is after 'billow')

    Don't blame anyone for not hearing the lyrics...I didn't catch half of them until someone (finally) posted them on this site. "Wristcutters" was beyond me!

    Nevertheless, the fresh yet dirty sound of this song has fascinated me from first hearing about a year ago. I fear the song is the narrative of a serial killer--not exactly my cup of tea! Wish someone had a clear interpretation of it.

    "They'll string me up by my vows, just for an hour next to you..." WOW. Great line.

    CodyRiggson March 21, 2011   Link

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