The Pristine Claw - Ed Harcourt
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The Pristine Claw Lyrics
Oh, to have a pristine claw
These hands are old and sore
The knuckles, they ache
The bones they do breakOh, to have a youthful frown
Bleed on the surgeon's gown
Put plastic in me
I'm perfect you seeDon't look older than 43
But really I'm 70
Now run young man
And get my pills from the pharmacyRearrange my face for a hefty fee
I can't change the inside of me
I'm a vampire of the 21st centuryOh, to have a pristine claw
Marry the doctor when I'm poor
A face I can love
A cut that's aboveIf the aliens landed here
They'd see why we're so weird
We're destined to die
We're destined to dieDon't look older than 43
But really I'm 70
Now run young man
And get my pills from the pharmacyRearrange my face for a hefty fee
I can't change the inside of me
I'm a vampire of the 21st centuryThat's me, that's me, that's me, that's me
That's me, that's me, that's me, that's me
That's me, that's me, that's me, that's me