Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song My Seventh Rib, artist - the Shins. Date of issue: 08.04.2002
Song language: English
My Seventh Rib |
| Your silver tongue laughs at the clowns of our age |
| A slow production line of cheap-shots from both sides |
| Shot from the hip to my seventh rib |
| A spoiled tomato lies in all that you say |
| And I was the last of us to know |
| Sound the alarm for my sentimental ways |
| Have come in view and we’ve all got our own knives |
| Sold to the worst of the devils we know |
| Our mind and tight skin will soon be old |
| But this wasn’t meant for us to know |
| Youth’s open shutters |
| Give way to another |
| Taken by slight of hand |
| And every American has the mouth of a pelican |
| Now can I share that pillow with you love? |
| They’ve got us in fits to find a way out |
| Of this exploded view of a life once so simple |
| First with the curse that my sentimental ways |
| Are drawing my innocence to a close |
| And these were not meant for me to know |