Dismemberment Plan Rusty Lyrics

I pull my collar down low
To show my sucking chest wound
The taste of apple and tin
On a hot spring afternoon
A child screams in midair
A diving board springs to place
My eyelids burn with delight
Can murder be done with such grace
And style, no, no, no!
No no, no no, no no, way!

Now I'm face down in the yard
I'm feeling shaky and pale
My nail's encrusted in brown
My big experiment failed
The swingset swings in the back
The chains are rusty and old
The crossbar creaks as it bends
The seat is splintering now, no, no, no!
No no, no no, no no, Way!!