Song information On this page you can read the lyrics of the song Wouldn't Tell , by - Nurses. Song from the album Dracula, in the genre АльтернативаRelease date: 19.09.2011
Record label: Dead Oceans
Song language: English
Song information On this page you can read the lyrics of the song Wouldn't Tell , by - Nurses. Song from the album Dracula, in the genre АльтернативаWouldn't Tell |
| Scalpel |
| Here |
| Sponge |
| Here |
| Wait… he's convulsing, he’s convulsing |
| Ah |
| We’re gonna have to shock him |
| Oh my! |
| Oh my God |
| We’re gonna have to shock him |
| Oh my God |
| These are the results of a thousand electric volts |
| A neck with bolts |
| (Nurse we’re losing him, check the pulse) |
| A kid who refused to respect adults |
| Wore spectacles with taped frames and a freckled nose |
| A corny looking White boy |
| Scrawny and always ornery |
| Cause I was always sick of brawny bullies picking on me |
| And I might snap, one day just like that |
| I decided to strike back and flatten every tire on the bike rack |
| My first day in junior high this kid said |
| It’s you and I, three o’clock sharp this afternoon you die |
| I looked at my watch it was 1:20 |
| I already gave you my lunch money |
| What more do you want from me |
| He said, don’t try to run from me, you’ll just make it worse |
| My palms were sweaty |
| And I started to shake at first |
| Something told me, try to fake a stomach ache, it works |
| I screamed, oww, my appendix feels like they could burst |
| Teacher, teacher, quick I need a naked nurse |
| «What's the matter» |
| I don’t know, my leg, it hurts |
| «Leg? |
| I thought you said it was your tummy» |
| Oh I mean it is, but I also got a bum knee |
| «Mr. |
| Mathers, the fun and games are over |
| And just for that stunt, you’re gonna get some extra homework» |
| But don’t you wanna give me after school detention |
| «Nah, that bully wants to beat your ass and I’mma let him» |
| Brain damage |
| Ever since the day I was born |
| Drugs is what they used to say I was on |
| They say I never knew which way I was going |
| But everywhere I go they keep playing my song |
| Way before my baby daughter Hailie |
| I was harassed daily by this fat kid named D’Angelo Bailey |
| An eighth grader who acted obnoxious, cause his father boxes |
| So every day he’d shove me in the lockers |
| One day he came in the bathroom while I was pissing |
| And had me in the position to beat me into submission |
| He banged my head against the urinal till he broke my nose |
| Soaked my clothes in blood |
| Grabbed me and choked my throat |
| I tried to plead and tell him |
| We shouldn’t beef |
| But he just wouldn’t leave |
| He kept choking me and I couldn’t breathe |
| He looked at me and said, «you gonna die, honky» |
| The principal walked in, and started helping him stomp me |
| I made them think they beat me to death |
| Holding my breath for like five minutes before they finally left |
| Then I got up and ran to the janitor’s storage booth |
| Kicked the door hinge loose and ripped out the four inch screws |
| Grabbed some sharp objects, brooms and foreign tools |
| This is for every time you took my orange juice |
| Or stole my seat in the lunchroom and drank my chocolate milk |
| Every time you tipped my tray and it dropped and spilt |
| I’m gettin you back, bully, now once and for good |
| I cocked the broomstick back and swung hard as I could |
| And beat him over the head with it til I broke the wood |
| Knocked him down |
| Stood on his chest with one foot |
| Made it home, later that same day |
| Started reading a comic and suddenly everything became gray |
| I couldn’t even see what I was trying to read |
| I went deaf and my left ear started to bleed |
| My mother started screaming, «what are you on, drugs» |
| Look at you, you’re getting blood all over my rug (sorry) |
| She beat me over the head with the remote control |
| Opened a hole and my whole brain fell out of my skull |
| I picked it up and screamed |
| Look bitch, what have you done |
| Oh my God, I’m sorry son |
| Shut up you cunt |
| I said fuck it |
| Took it and stuck it back up in my head |
| Then I sewed it shut and put a couple of screws in my neck |
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