The Spine Song

And you're down for the count
 You are dancing with men going around and around
 And you're scared, and you're sure
 That your spine will dissolve
 You will fall to the floor
 You will take what you need
 And the headaches will come
 But at least you can breathe
 There's the smoke fills your lungs
 We will wait for the day
 We'll rejoice when it comes
 On your birthday
 You woke up
 The snow was on the ground
 You opened books and peeked inside
 They kissed you on your crown
 With pins in your fingers
 You held yourself up high
 The picture peeled the person
 They let themselves divide
 You arrive at the place
 It is not what you want
 But it is what you chase
 So you don't have to hold
 All of the candles that burn on their own
 You will steal all the smells
 That cut through your nose and excite all your cells
 When it's time to escape
 You realize you've waited until it's too late
 But your birthday inflated
 The bones with which you creak
 They stole your shoes and then brought you to
 The caverns of their teeth
 You pleaded, 'Oh kind sir
 Please let me say goodbye'
 Your soul ripped from your stomach
 You gave an awful cry
 A cry...
 And when I have died
 Will you use my spine
 To swing from tree to tree in search of
 Places pleasing to the eye?
 I said
 I'm sorry dear
 But you don't listen
 No you don't listen
 You silly little girl