Didn’t Mean Anything

I remember the time that the kids went to sleep
They put down their toys, they'd taken a drink
And the dogs in the yard were so careless and free
They quench your thirst with your night sky
And we stood in the doorway

You stink like you're oh, shotgun and telephone [?]
Drawn back and quartered
Oh, the horror, the horror

Your soul is split to one side
Sometimes I'm split like an apple
Straight down the center
And put back together
You have to look closе
To see the fixed laceration
Oh, thе fixed laceration
Tiny little laceration

Oh, you're so, oh, I told you so
And I'm so, oh, I don't know

It was a secret to me and it didn't mean anything
It was a secret to me, it didn't mean anything

Oh, you're so I told you so
And I'm so, oh, I don't know