Juniata
Lyrics
Burst blood vessel Hangs lazy in his eye Like a cow's pregnant stomach Shoes without laces Rooms without windows He lobbies the doctor on that grey Pittsburgh morning I hurt myself with the best intentions I don't need your sympathy Suffering is my only comfort Feed it to me Feed it to me
Audio Features
Song Details
- Duration
- 01:32
- Key
- 6
- Tempo
- 125 BPM