Eli Cash vs. The Godless Savages

"Happy birthday,
Merry unbirth,
Merry unbirthday.
Happy birthday,
Merry unbirth,
Merry unbirthday".

She's a beaten dog,
With yellow nails.

I just would like to let you know.
That I got deep...enough...around,
At carving away at your skin.

Spinning around,
Spitting and laughing in my face.
Spinning around,
Spitting and what I found were alarm clocks.

You started biting at your fingernails.
To prove we're not breathing.
I'll awake from sleep to give a kiss.
The killer is gone tonight.

But isn't it bitter to question our love?
Not it's not, it never was.
Why do I find peices of your teeth,
On piano keys?