Ruth Buzzi Better Watch Her Back - Spraynard

My clothes are stained with the blood from my hands as the needle is dripping

dry

It’s resting on the table by my bedside

I can feel the fabric within my veins

I’m sure it’s stained by now

I’m not sure I’ll ever get out

Father told me this would feed the family if just for a little while

He said, «We're needed by the Americans and their ever changing style.»

He used to be the strongest man my eyes had ever seen

Now he lies in a shallow grave thanks to faulty machinery, fuck this machinery