Killing Comb Lyrics - Rasputina

The summer I 

Simmered simple in the sand 

So tongue-tied 

Mum and dumb 

The comb, it just 

Found itself in my hand 

I stood when I 

Should have run 

Conspiracy 

Those fellows and me 

The comb, the way it's going 

Hardly I 

Hardly I 

Hardly I even knew him 

Hardly I 

Hardly I 

Hardly I even knew him 

But he had to die 

To establish 

Whereabouts, wherefore? 

If guilty, flawed or more 

The world would find me 

Sprawled on the floor 

A vulgar foreigner