Jordaan Mason & the Horse Museum - Organs For Oceans lyrics

He slept in my bed After I filled his body With insects and panic And grandfather sown seeds I was useless inside him Trade organs for oceans Is there a vaccine for this To clean out all the unborn kids Ohh He broke me good Where the landlord left scars Emptied all the bedrooms To reclaim the stretch marks We were to our throats in gra** We tore down the tree houses And our brothers were kindle in The love songs that we couldn't take Ohh We drowned all our sons in the bathtub You could hear them way up in the rafters And the preachers sleeping in the attic - Stone them all for scriptures We sing nothing now Our mothers ask us how We pray for lights out For songs to fill our mouths Ohh