Strong brother, weak brother One crass and cold and the other too good for this world One married a shiksa, lightened his blood The other kept a secret lover, wife of his only friend, he-he he-he never leaves the house, rehearsing his life's tale Too good for this world with no taste for his elegant bitterness Too refined, unpicked, dead on the vine My son, there will come another pogrom, and only the crass and cold will survive
Strong sister, weak sister I keep you my secret lover More jewish than therapy When boasted to me of having eaten your unborn twin I swore I'd never touch you again But I won't stop now it's too easy You never leave your mother's house so I know where to find you All day at your adoptive mother's house so I know where to find you A worm beneath a certain rock I turn Smoking weed in your sweatpants, you don't work Tender scars where they cut you When you told me that your cyst had fingernails and hair I swore I'd never touch you again But I won't stop now, now more than ever The body where I take my weekly pleasure Is haunted from inside by the girl you swallowed I dig in you to touch that weaker sisterTeksty umieszczone na naszej stronie są własnością wytwórni, wykonawców, osób mających do nich prawa.
