The Spine Song.

And you're down for the count,
You are dancing with men going 'round 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 creep.
They stole your shoes and 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.

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.
You silly little girl.