Your home taught me to smile wide And show all my teeth Display anything vaguely sugary Your home is a churning in the stomach An unrest in the chest Your home is straight out of central casting There is a lot of space for mediocre white men
You are sharpening our picket fence You say it's to defend ourselves The family room is like a lion's mouth I like what you did with the place You really made it ours We live in a haunted house of mirrors I pay good money for my room I pay in blood for this womb But i tiptoe through my own kitchen There are scary things around Wearing human costumes Let's build exoskeletons for children Let them know we got their backs Let them know we got their noses Let them know we got their pinkies ’til they crack
So, I am building a brand new ruin And what you've been doing? That year I spent all summer on bloody knees Taking pebbles from graves Tangled up in possibilities Getting the ringing in my ears engraved And once you open your eyes it'd hard to unsee That the stains stains stains are everywhere There's significance In stabbing someone with a pencil There's ignorance In every brick of the home There's brilliance In the unsentimental There's brilliance In the unsentimental (and we're outta here We name ourselves And we tattoo it under the skin of our hands)
Let's build exoskeletons for children Let them know we got their backs Let them know we got their noses Let them know we got their pinkies til they crackTeksty umieszczone na naszej stronie są własnością wytwórni, wykonawców, osób mających do nich prawa.
