STITCHES

i'm going to the clinic, gonna get me alot of stitches
i'm going to the clinic, gonna get me alot of stitches

at the printshop, i have a blast
i've been gouged, i've been stabbed
all my blood is on the ground
if i had my little way
from paper, i'll stay away
but you stick me there, and here i complain

at the machine, he puts paper in my fists
hey, how did this paper cut get on my wrist?
why am i starting to see my whole life and heaven?
the cut went deep right down inside
there's enough room for a book to hide
you pour the salt, i bite my lip and cry

millions of stitches, stitches for free
wash my wounds, disinfect me
millions of stitches, stitches for me
that short man with the glasses, he looks mean
look out

© 1996 thomas bates