We've attacked and we're waiting to eat The sides have come, the sides have come Undone and we're making our-- We are not sure what it is that you say We're waiting for, waiting for our Ships as the night turns to day
And we're starved And we're parched We'll rip into the flesh atop the spines with which we arch And we'll turn all the runs in our stockings to webs We'll hoist them in the forest We'll make them our, make them our, make them our beds
All the clouds are laughing at their lemon lace They were birthed without a face Don't sing soft, it's what they want They will turn your stomach into shards Amongst the hogs stuck in the yard And when they say they've had enough They'll take the flowers from the dust And drop The orchids on your old age
All the girls have gathered 'round now They're staring at, staring at The stars as they start to go out One by one, you will line them all up You make a toast, make a toast To all those who've not given up
And we laugh When you choke We will drag you to the desert so you're burnt and you're broke And your wife will draw straws for the next on the list One by one, but quickly While the stars they still, the stars they still, the stars they still exist
It's exactly this that drives us to be mad We're not quite sure what we've had You won't want to miss this part We'll slip into our hunting hats and wait Around the house, and when we pray We'll ask for mercy for our sins And all the things we never did Alone
I'll wait for My husband to get home And when the cops ask me the reason I will say I don't really know
‘Cause we're all in this shit for sure And I love to feel your fingers up my skirt ‘Cause we're all in this shit for sure And I love to feel your fingers up my skirt Up my skirt
In the desert We will dirty Our hands 'til they're clean And in our beds We'll watch our heads Explode before we dreamTeksty umieszczone na naszej stronie są własnością wytwórni, wykonawców, osób mających do nich prawa.
