Spin Lyrics - Kind Of Like Spitting

Bird swings, sing blue, my Paris fling 

Out the screen door, off and old cassette 

My mind was tight and ran like a engine, 

When you showed up it was the darkest of dark nights 

The saddest of sad sights 

I hung on through unsteady drugs. 

Cat cartoons on the sleeve of me 

They never leave me 

A billion broken band Joes rule 

The sun is setting on the life I'm leaving, 

The bill collector ca'nt understand the heavy metal kid's agenda, 

Tell me, Brenda, is there more to this I need to see? 

My mind was loose and ran like an demon, 

If you don't mind I'd rather fuck up my own life, 

Bore into sad nights 

Please don't expect a birthday card. 

Tell me, what's expected? what is owed? 

Do you really want to fix it even though it's made of snow? 

Tell me, Brenda, I can't really remember 

Cause I'm swinging from my family tree 

Is this real, innate, or just a fucking screen? 

Is this real or is it all just words to sing?