| Song | Cockle Shell |
| Artist | King Creosote |
| Album | Bombshell |
| Download | Image LRC TXT |
| I’m sleepless with my self inflicted hell | |
| I’m supposed to love you, mind, body and soul | |
| I’ve gotten caught up on another and another | |
| I’ve gotten caught up on the demons | |
| And I know them all to well | |
| I’m opened eyed, slack jawed, a cockle shell | |
| I’ve likely punched myself below the belt | |
| I’ve gotten caught up on another and another | |
| All pretty maids in a row | |
| Without a silver bell | |
| I’m quite contrary, Mary | |
| You won’t share me | |
| You’re much too easy, girl | |
| I’m an airhead, Mildred | |
| You won’t spare me | |
| Guillotine me if you will | |
| You won’t share me | |
| Much too easy | |
| You won’t spare me | |
| Much rather kill me | |
| Choke me, blind me, cut off my hands |
| I' m sleepless with my self inflicted hell | |
| I' m supposed to love you, mind, body and soul | |
| I' ve gotten caught up on another and another | |
| I' ve gotten caught up on the demons | |
| And I know them all to well | |
| I' m opened eyed, slack jawed, a cockle shell | |
| I' ve likely punched myself below the belt | |
| I' ve gotten caught up on another and another | |
| All pretty maids in a row | |
| Without a silver bell | |
| I' m quite contrary, Mary | |
| You won' t share me | |
| You' re much too easy, girl | |
| I' m an airhead, Mildred | |
| You won' t spare me | |
| Guillotine me if you will | |
| You won' t share me | |
| Much too easy | |
| You won' t spare me | |
| Much rather kill me | |
| Choke me, blind me, cut off my hands |
| I' m sleepless with my self inflicted hell | |
| I' m supposed to love you, mind, body and soul | |
| I' ve gotten caught up on another and another | |
| I' ve gotten caught up on the demons | |
| And I know them all to well | |
| I' m opened eyed, slack jawed, a cockle shell | |
| I' ve likely punched myself below the belt | |
| I' ve gotten caught up on another and another | |
| All pretty maids in a row | |
| Without a silver bell | |
| I' m quite contrary, Mary | |
| You won' t share me | |
| You' re much too easy, girl | |
| I' m an airhead, Mildred | |
| You won' t spare me | |
| Guillotine me if you will | |
| You won' t share me | |
| Much too easy | |
| You won' t spare me | |
| Much rather kill me | |
| Choke me, blind me, cut off my hands |