Poor Infant Lyrics - Play Cell - Tilt

I refuse, refuse to weaken my will, adhered here to glue to these = 

neglected sheets, stranded on, abandoned on my own two feet, tenants of = 

occupants of indifferent streets. Oh poor infant, you only took an = 

instant, but now you're soaking in it, you're in for quite a ride, my = 

poor little flopping on the griddle, still bloody in the middle. = 

Conjuring, coaxing out my bravest face, suffer through, carreen through = 

rooms of tired eyes, whining high, like an engine fed on spite, too much = 

to take, too much luck, I dump the clutch every time. Through the womb, = 

into this mess with me, it was no accident I had to have some company, = 

through the membrane out you came, reluctantly sure, I bore you = 

selflessly, but I had to have some company, company, company, company. 

Submitted by: Mel