You f** like a racehorse
Its your wedding day or wedding day say "Yes"
You want to be pollinated
Phrase of friction far too sacred
We survive between our hunger
Dig our heads into the water
Memorize your casket your mother patterns
The space between your legs I grab what's good of you
You pluck fruit from my endless head
Rearrange them to make your soul sweat
Bite snakes down for better shelter
Fridge your orgasm make it colder
We put our blood in bags we don't want water
And you hold me close inside the slaughter
And you look so much better without that sh** in your hair
I mean saddles if you need them
But I could ride you bare
And you can swallow shotguns if you want to
There are bullets in your paintings if you want them
There are hooks to hang your k**
There are floodboards rising upwards
Fields our fathers fled from
And bedrooms we don't dare go to
I would like a word with you
I would like a word with you
You can swallow shotguns if you want to
And you can shed the lions from your songs
Take the blankets off
Show me under your clothes
The tattoos you don't have
But belive me your body knows
You can swallow shotguns if you want to
You can swallow shotguns if you want to
Its your wedding day your wedding day say yes
Aprons or rifles and our kiss
Sleep in slaughterhouses
Quilt cryin made from our spit
And I am letting all you horses go
I'm letting all you horses go