Adam’s Ribs (Live in Seattle)

This song's called 'Adam's Ribs'. Thank you...

Don't look at my waist, 'cause my pants don't fit right
A dedicated follower of skin-tight
As long as we throw up, everything'll be fine
And I just wanna look fascinatin', snorting the diet pills I'm grating
As long as we throw up, everything'll be fine
As long as we're emaciated, tastes outdated, yeah
Everything'll be fine

Every time I eat is a slate away from every photo that I emulate
As long as my fingers fit, everything'll be fine
Cheeks like a valley, ribs like a grater
Think of all the cash I'm savin'
As long as we throw up, everything'll be fine
As long as we're emaciated, tastes outdated, yeah
Everything'll be fine
Yeah, yeah

Ahh....
Get up, motherfucker!

Yeah, let me grow up
Let me grow up
Let me grow up
Let me grow up
Let me grow up
Let me grow up, grow up
Oh...
High, high, high, high

Let me grow up
Oh, damn friends
Everything'll be cool
Everything'll be fine
Everything'll be fine
Everything's just fine