and in the yard there s pretty girls left untouched their tongues are curled
their lips are clean they wave at me they cut their hair and watch it bleed
i m in a common state of being cut my throat and watch it bleed
she was dreaming of a song kept her up all night long
she s in a common state of being cause she s too tired to sing to me
follow me through gardens green we ll tip our hats to all we see
we re in a common state of being walk on the path key s lock glows clean
we can t listen we don t speak we cut our tongues and watch them bleed
in a common state of being we re in a common state of being in a common state of being