Painkiller The Pigeon - Dropcloth Curves

Well, I suppose it's what I deserve
Browsing through a book while they fray your nerves
They're giving her the gas, and it makes her scream
Somewhere far away and I don't want to believe
That they collect the blood from the surgery floor
Now she's empty and I know for sure

I've been swept up in her dropcloth curves
And I should be ashamed cause you got hurt
But that's not how it works

Fluorescent lights and psychotic evil
Working on the great American sequel
'Cause I can't handle their icy stares
Ah, they call your number and they kill it right there

And sweep it away in a dropcloth curve
Our powerful love became a powerful thirst
I think I'm going to burst,
Dropcloth curves

It took me years to get the knack
For how to stop hurting and to start hurting back
And when I finally got that old
I was drunk and drowned and California gold
Now!

While they collect the blood from the surgery floor
If you're still awake, I can do it some more
Or maybe I can sneak upstairs next week
Slip under the covers while you're trying to sleep
Yeah, and with my cold hands moving the sheets
Oh, and in the dark I can take a peek

And see what's under your dropcloth curves
The waiting room was freaked out enough, girl
And you're making it worse
All this deception's been fraying my nerves
And I should be ashamed 'cause you got hurt
But love comes in spurts
And I think I'm going to burst, dropcloth curves

It took me years to get the knack
For how to stop hurting and to start hurting back
And when I finally got that old
I was drunk and drowned and California gold
Now!

Written by:
Devon Bryant

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