Songtexte: Made Out Of Babies. The Ruiner. Grimace.

Objects on the sign
point the wrong way
straight into the barrel
like a winter's long delay
you pick the shortest straw always
the ladies will collect today
you lose

weight on either foot
sit sideways
up against the wall
standing the right way
your smile turns into grimace
and your face is at it's thinnest
and you bruise

(Thanks to Made Out Of Babies for these lyrics)