Letra de I Don't Give a Shit About Wood, I'm Not a Chemist - Daughters

They shaved off fourteen points for ugly.
They dumbed down the structure like some amputee.
A broken bible salesman going door to door selling mouthfulls of shit.
Flowers spread across his teeth.
Bloody imprisoned in his slacks.
Shouting at size ten and a half feet.
Remember when we were young?
(Oh)
Well we're just like them now
(Oh)
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These choppers won't chew no more
(Oh)
These knees won't bend no more
(Oh)

This face can't sell the words for sure.
There are a million other birds from sidewalk to ceiling to the cats
Who called the shots while I dipped in the fingertip sleep.