He slept in my bed
After I filled his body
With insects and panic
And grandfather sewn seeds
I was useless inside him
Trade organs for oceans
Is there a vaccine for this?
To clean out all the unborn kids
(a whole graveyard here in this bed)
Ooooooooooh...
He broke me good
Where the landlord left scars
Emptied all the bedrooms
To reclaim the stretchmarks
We were to our throats in gra**
We tore down the tree-houses
And our brothers were kindling
For love songs that we couldn't sing
Ooooooooooh...
Cause we drowned all our songs in the bathtub
We could hear them way up in the rafters
And the preachers, sleeping in the attic
Stole them all for scriptures
We sing nothing now
Our mothers ask us how
We pray with the lights out
For songs to fill our mouths
Ooooooooooh...