My Spine Is The Bass Line - Shriekback

No Guts No Blood: No Brains At All

No Guts No Blood: No Brains At All

No Guts No Blood: No Brains At All

No Guts No Blood: No Brains At All

My spine is the bassline and the top line

Could be broken glass

All amusing views of those better men

Dirty habits' hand on the purses' strings

Quiet fear of the passing time

Gently magnify the dividing line

All this history could be blown away

On a breath of lust

Trajectory synchronicity

How the choice is made with a fresh resolve

Jamming tight up to the barrier

Down a string of nerves so these feelings go

My spine is the bassline

And the top line is the distant past

All that history all those books have gone

They've been blown away on a breath of lust

No Guts No Blood: No Brains At All

No Guts No Blood: No Brains At All

No Guts No Blood: No Brains At All

No Guts No Blood: No Brains At All

He can rip out the chassis and gearbox

Could replace it with the neck and the chest

He can feel it in the back of the ribcage

He can kick it 'til it gets in the sense

He's been thinking about dying in public

He's been tensing up his arms and his legs

He can have you home in a heap in a heartbeat

He'll go messing with the Civil Defense

There's no joy in the squander of resource

There's more passion in the pump of a plug

He can leave you at the club with the cashbox

He can push you at the pressure above

He can rip out the chassis and gearbox

Could replace it with the neck and the chest

He can feel it in the back of the ribcage

He can kick it 'til it gets in the sense