Torso Boy and Other Tales Lyrics

Got a papercut, now I struggle to play

Didn't like the left arm too much anyway

There goes another one

We do what must be done even through the pain, that's

Why they're calling you torso boy

Why they're calling you torso boy

Why they're calling you torso boy (Stupid bastard)

Why they're calling you torso boy (You've got no arms left)

Why they're calling you torso boy (You stupid bastard)

Why they're calling you torso boy (You've got no arms left to fight)

Ever quick to sever it

Bet you think you're clever, it's

Why the nomenclature's torso boy

You can't chance it making you lame

Amputate before it gets twisted

You can't dance, you won't be the same

But a lifetime can't be spent risking

And I never realize I don't have any ground below my feet

Till I look down and it's too late

And I am running out of fucking signs to hold up

As I plummet to my death again

As I plummet to my death again

Should I be concerned that even though you were doing it as a joke

I still cried anyway?

And by the way, I knew it was him the whole time, you're not a very good liar

Then again, I guess neither is he

But tell me, what did you expect, my friend?

Oh, tell me, what did you expect, my friend?

Tell me!

I've died a thousand and one ways

You're just a thousand and two

So come on, guilt me! is that

Really the best you can do?

'Cause you were never the cloud

And I was never the flower

Don't fucking piss on my leg

And say it's April showers

'Cause I am un-fuck-with-able, I dare you to try

I am un-fuck-with-able, So tell me a lie

I am un-fuck-with-able, So get me to cry

I am un-fuck-with-able, I dare you to try

I'm not gonna regret this am I?

I can already feel the phantom pain again

Maybe then

My body's your bedframe, take me home

My body's your bedframe, take me home

My body's your bedframe, take me home

My body's your bedframe, take me home with you

Take me home with you