Down To This Lyrics - Ruby Vroom - Soul Coughing

You get the ankles and I'll get the wrists 

You get the ankles and I'll get the wrists 

You get the ankles and I'll get the wrists 

You come down to this 

Nerves are up 

And the eyes all screwy 

Blood like a painful 

Of boiling ratatouille 

My muscles in a mess 

Like a mess of spaghetti 

Hack through the mess 

With a greased-up machete 

Hang from the axles of a box car 

Follow the dotted line 

Like a steer to Chicago 

But to the hooks of the Chicago man 

I get all tripped up 

My eyes turn to water 

Rug burns from a shag rug 

Struck dumb in the presence 

Polyester burns from a jacket 

Rub the skin thin 

Break down in a diner 

Then I paid the bill 

Cashier toothpick stuck in the ground 

Tiny lawnmower to mow me down 

I could get lost in a lunch box 

Lie low in the mittens in the lost and found