The Interior

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The Interior by Inca Babies

The Interior Lyrics

[00:05.65] Wounded souls lie in my box
[00:08.50] I curse the man who put them there
[00:11.72] Crammed and burnt, not dead, not dead
[00:15.02] She scratched the tears from her eyes
[00:19.15] Own the interior, don't shout
[00:25.12] The tongue is scorched to the very roots
[00:27.86] The interior
[00:35.20] I throw them out into the cold
[00:38.79] I throw them out, they grow and grow
[00:41.85] She scratched the wounded souls and, oh
[00:45.38] She recalls the bitter tongue
[00:49.09] Own the interior, don't shout
[00:54.85] The tongue is scorched to the very roots
[00:57.94] The interior
[01:01.93]
[01:05.64] Wounded souls lie in my box
[01:08.84] I curse the man who put them there
[01:12.14] Crammed and burnt, not dead, not dead
[01:15.29] She scratched the tears from her eyes
[01:19.34] Own the interior, don't shout
[01:25.01] The tongue is scorched to the very roots
[01:28.47] The interior
[01:33.22] Own the interior, don't shout
[01:55.42] The tongue is scorched to the very roots
[01:58.74] The interior
[02:01.16] Wounded souls lie in my box
[02:20.57] I curse the man who put them there
[02:23.69] Crammed and burnt, not dead, not dead
[02:26.98] She scratched the tears from her eyes
[02:30.12] I throw them out into the cold
[02:33.12] I throw them out, they grow and grow
[02:36.28] She scratched the wounded souls and, oh
[02:39.68] She recalls the bitter tongue
[02:46.58]

From the album: Blood On The Cats (Even Bloodier Edition)