Arms Against Atrophy - Titus Andronicus

A band trip dance — what could be the harm

But a six week vacation from the use of my right arm

It was just the two hits I remember nothing more

Only Alex hitting the switch and me hitting the floor

We’re taking this lying down

The one thing I can stand up for is resting supine on the ground

Mr. McDermott, won’t you help me to my feet

Because the drumline’s going wild in the San Francisco streets

The long walk home, is an hour and a half

But it quickly turns to three or four with stops at every underpass

But by June 22nd, I have done the math

That’s a hundred and five liters I’ll consume of Dr. Path

Some girls will tell their secrets to anyone

The word «love» gets thrown around a lot near graduation

So please don’t whisper sweet nothings in my ear

When the sound of shredding vocal chords is what I want to hear

Because we’re going to San Francisco and I forget to wear some flowers in my

hair

She’s got a secret surname that nobody knows with the most gorgeous hyphen

You wouldn’t believe the way it glows

And I’m the only one who gets to see it way up close

So the rest of you can stick it up your nose

Last night, I had the strangest dream that I have ever known

My mother, in a fit of rage, chases me from our home

My mother, the murderer holds me down in the road

She’s got the nail clippers at my throat

Even though things lately may have been real horror-show

I’m wishing I was back in-utero

I’d like to go back to the way that things were before, but apparently

I’m looking at physical therapy

It won’t be exactly how it used to be

It ain’t hard to see that it’s not that way

Not that way anymore

Jesus Christ is suffering upon his cross tonight

I just sit outside waiting for frost to bite

«It's always this way,» she says on her way out the door

Wait and see

The rest is yet to reveal itself to me