There's an upside to your feeding tube We've arranged a humble birthday party for you A hasteful kitten sometimes spoil their food They tip the dish and they leave hungry tummies
We will always be eating our own We will always wonder which side you're on In this universe each one of us is alone We will always be eating, always be eating our own
There's an awkward form you now assume Some new abstraction from your mother's fresh womb To cry in bathrooms, worship garbage truth That [which] won't kill you will surely scare the fuck out of you
Your plump fingers and fatty thumbs Will curl and circle, devour the young Canaries in the coal mines come alone No body comes back and no body comes home
We will always be eating our own We will always wonder which side you're on In this universe each one of us is alone Nobody comes back and nobody comes home We picture seven swinging branches With seven swinging bodies Seven singing trumpets and seven seals to come We shall overcome
We picture seven swinging branches With seven swinging bodies Seven singing trumpets and seven seals to come We shall overcome
We picture seven swinging branches With seven swinging bodies Seven singing trumpets and seven seals to come We shall overcomeTeksty umieszczone na naszej stronie są własnością wytwórni, wykonawców, osób mających do nich prawa.
