Change The Blades

(One, two, three)
Four inches of blackening tar
Clogging up my pores
And 40 cents worth of Woolworths soap
To leave me smelling like a whore
My mouth is just a tunnel
Where the trains don't ever stop
My teeth are dirty and yellow
I don't believe I can get these stains off

I've got to change the blades
Shave away my sorrow
Change the blades
Shave away my sin
Change the blades
Cast this spirit from me
Change the blades
Carve away my skin

Well, my lips are dry from kissing
Your arid, barren wasteland
Embracing the furnace like a child
Who, in the face of adversity
I should have showered with kisses
I extinguished all hope
When I turned on the gas
In my best suit and Californian Poppy
In a bizarre ceremony of lust

I've got to change the blades
Shave away my sorrow
Change the blades
Shave away my sin
Change the blades
Cast this spirit from me
Change the blades
Carve away my skin

(One, two, three)
Skins, but wafer thin
Hung out to check for size
Just a pound of flesh gone missing
And no-one cares where she lies
There's a [?] on the rose bush
The smell of lavender oil meet the moss
I've got the Mark of Cain on my conscience
I don't believe I can get the stain off

I've got to change the blades
Shave away my sorrow
Change the blades
Shave away my sin
Change the blades
Cast this spirit from me
Change the blades
Carve away my skin