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Ethel Cain

Earnhardt (Bonus Track)

 

Earnhardt (Bonus Track)

(album: Inbred - 2021)


First you've got to do it for Dale...
Raise hell, praise Dale...

Love is a nightmare and all that you've got
Still getting lost in a bare parking lot
And the vertigo's fun til' you want it to stop
Praying this is the end when you know it's not

I could be good but it wouldn't matter
There's no silver line on a fucking disaster
I hope that you're happy, glad you can forget
While I'm spending my nights reliving it

Been scared of the dark for all of my life
I'm digging my grave by all of the lights
I'm always afraid but never to die
But not just yet so I'll be

Twirling around my room again
Spraying blood like the food court fountain
Forgive me, my trespasses
Holding me down through a hole in the mattress
You think you're someone else
That it only hurts when it hurts yourself
Americanized, Jesus Christ
Born to lie, so you lie and you lie and you lie and

You need easy, you want weak
When you were hungry, I was soft and pink
I bleed easy, I go weak
You look hungry then back to me
If I fall, I fall hard
Onto you and then all apart
But when the room went dark
And I needed you...
Where were you?

Twirling around my room again
Spraying blood like the food court fountain
Forgive me, my trespasses
Holding me down through a hole in the mattress
You think you're someone else
That it only hurts when it hurts yourself
Americanized, Jesus Christ
Born to lie, so you lie and you lie and you lie and

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