| Song | barebaiting |
| Artist | Ruby Throat |
| Album | Out of a Black Cloud Came a Bird |
| Download | Image LRC TXT |
| I don't care how well intended | |
| It was meant when he sent it | |
| Long forgot in the blink of an eye | |
| I got your locks all amended | |
| And your bird less well defended | |
| With silk thread to climb you up into the sky | |
| You know that it's true | |
| But of course it's up to you | |
| Still he doesn't love you | |
| Still he doesn't love you | |
| And as he held through the night | |
| He took out your second sight | |
| He left it all for the magpie and the fox | |
| But buried it safe | |
| In your special place | |
| A crease, a crevice you forgot | |
| But he still smells so nice | |
| So against all advice | |
| I creep into the hole that he sleeps | |
| But I must have dropped the key | |
| So I'll just sing until I bleed | |
| Still he doesn't love me | |
| Still he doesn't love me | |
| I take a turn in his tailspin | |
| To churn the urn that he's ailed in | |
| I break the last thread of the screw | |
| My compass cracked in his grip | |
| And as he spits out all my pips | |
| Still he doesn't love you | |
| Still he doesn't love you | |
| He cut it out stitch by stitch | |
| In my fallopian grip | |
| I hang the dead meat on his tree | |
| And as I screeched through the night | |
| He said, “My wife fell on that knife” | |
| He coughed and he coughed until he bleed | |
| So when you going to learn? | |
| When will you tend to these burns? | |
| When will you wake from this hell? | |
| You can put it in a song | |
| But that won't change what's wrong | |
| No, it won't give you the key to the cell | |
| You know that it's true | |
| But of course it's up to you | |
| Still he doesn't love you | |
| Still he doesn't love you | |
| Still he doesn't love you |
| I don' t care how well intended | |
| It was meant when he sent it | |
| Long forgot in the blink of an eye | |
| I got your locks all amended | |
| And your bird less well defended | |
| With silk thread to climb you up into the sky | |
| You know that it' s true | |
| But of course it' s up to you | |
| Still he doesn' t love you | |
| Still he doesn' t love you | |
| And as he held through the night | |
| He took out your second sight | |
| He left it all for the magpie and the fox | |
| But buried it safe | |
| In your special place | |
| A crease, a crevice you forgot | |
| But he still smells so nice | |
| So against all advice | |
| I creep into the hole that he sleeps | |
| But I must have dropped the key | |
| So I' ll just sing until I bleed | |
| Still he doesn' t love me | |
| Still he doesn' t love me | |
| I take a turn in his tailspin | |
| To churn the urn that he' s ailed in | |
| I break the last thread of the screw | |
| My compass cracked in his grip | |
| And as he spits out all my pips | |
| Still he doesn' t love you | |
| Still he doesn' t love you | |
| He cut it out stitch by stitch | |
| In my fallopian grip | |
| I hang the dead meat on his tree | |
| And as I screeched through the night | |
| He said, " My wife fell on that knife" | |
| He coughed and he coughed until he bleed | |
| So when you going to learn? | |
| When will you tend to these burns? | |
| When will you wake from this hell? | |
| You can put it in a song | |
| But that won' t change what' s wrong | |
| No, it won' t give you the key to the cell | |
| You know that it' s true | |
| But of course it' s up to you | |
| Still he doesn' t love you | |
| Still he doesn' t love you | |
| Still he doesn' t love you |
| I don' t care how well intended | |
| It was meant when he sent it | |
| Long forgot in the blink of an eye | |
| I got your locks all amended | |
| And your bird less well defended | |
| With silk thread to climb you up into the sky | |
| You know that it' s true | |
| But of course it' s up to you | |
| Still he doesn' t love you | |
| Still he doesn' t love you | |
| And as he held through the night | |
| He took out your second sight | |
| He left it all for the magpie and the fox | |
| But buried it safe | |
| In your special place | |
| A crease, a crevice you forgot | |
| But he still smells so nice | |
| So against all advice | |
| I creep into the hole that he sleeps | |
| But I must have dropped the key | |
| So I' ll just sing until I bleed | |
| Still he doesn' t love me | |
| Still he doesn' t love me | |
| I take a turn in his tailspin | |
| To churn the urn that he' s ailed in | |
| I break the last thread of the screw | |
| My compass cracked in his grip | |
| And as he spits out all my pips | |
| Still he doesn' t love you | |
| Still he doesn' t love you | |
| He cut it out stitch by stitch | |
| In my fallopian grip | |
| I hang the dead meat on his tree | |
| And as I screeched through the night | |
| He said, " My wife fell on that knife" | |
| He coughed and he coughed until he bleed | |
| So when you going to learn? | |
| When will you tend to these burns? | |
| When will you wake from this hell? | |
| You can put it in a song | |
| But that won' t change what' s wrong | |
| No, it won' t give you the key to the cell | |
| You know that it' s true | |
| But of course it' s up to you | |
| Still he doesn' t love you | |
| Still he doesn' t love you | |
| Still he doesn' t love you |