Songs and Stitches

Lyrics

Dug up & stole… From dusty old licks. Songs are just old… Pieces & bits. The good ones find… A rhythm or trick. But most songs fold… And die in a fit. Some songs steal… Or bend a rhyme. To help you feel… That's not a crime. But few are one… One of a kind. Most are new… Like Frankenstein. Steal a lyric, bend a rhyme. Songs are just like… Frankenstein. With borrowed notes that fall & climb. With stitches & bolts, to help align. Most old rhymes… From past times. Are stole in body… And then in mind. All from hearses… Like Frankenstein. Become old verses… With really bad wine. Steal a lyric, bend a rhyme. Songs are just like… Frankenstein. With borrowed notes that fall & climb. With stitches & bolts, to help align. Steal a lyric… Bend a rhyme… Songs are like… Frankenstein. We need more wine…