B.y.o.o. (bring Your Own Organs) Lyrics

Fire In The Attic B.y.o.o. (bring Your Own Organs)

I'll shrink so you can breath me in
Along with some oxygen

Into your windpipe
Where the nicotine
Left it marks
After all those years

And I'll pass the wall and swim along with all those
cells
Into your spoilt liver which is soaked with alcohol

From all the drinks you've drank alone
From all the drinks you've drank alone
To wash away the pain you've felt
From all the drinks you've drank alone

I'll sent some picture postcards from my
odyssey through you.

I'll find a way
Into your heart
Whether you like or not
Like an infection
I will spread
From your toes to your head
Go to see a doctor if you think
It would help
To get rid of me

I'm resistant to
your medecine
And you won't see me on
X-ray radiographs

The next beat will take me away straight to the scar
Of the bone you had broken when you got hit by that car

It still hurts I can see it now
It still hurts I can see it now
Painkillers never really helped
It still hurts I can see it now