Jordaan Mason & the Horse Museum - Racehorse: Get Married! lyrics

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