Made Out Of Babies - Cooker lyrics

Oh Swallow something Canned, frozen Ungodly festering source Dragging and kicking and screaming for more That burns, burns, burns, burns Hands on the table right where I can see them run (Who's the sow for) Small vacant things that wind up so willing (Who's the sow for) Burns on my knees, scrapes that I scrape (Who's the sow for) Five minutes grag down pillow's wet ache (Who's the sow for) I can see The waiting up I'm willing Burns are fine They're serious The things I see your mouth saying The words come out Run, run for your life Run for the take Harder the beating The sooner the ache Run for your life Run for the take Harder the beating The sooner the Sow, sow, sow, sow Hands on the table right where I can see them run (Who's the sow for) Small vacant things that wind up so willing (Who's the sow for) Burns on my knees, scrapes that I scrape (Who's the sow for) Five minutes grag down pillow's wet ache (who's the sow for) I can see you all Stop living Oh, we could sing out And talk abouth things Stop wondering Why, how Run, run for your life Run for the take Harder the beating The sooner the Sow, sow, sow, sow Run, run for your life Run for the beating, the heart The feeding, the taking The sow, sow, sow, sow Run, run for your life Run for the beating, the heart The feeding, the eating The bigger the plate The pig on the take There's more for the bank The mongrels are banking too Sow, sow, sow, sow Sow, sow, sow, sow Run, run for your life Run for the beating, the feeding The eating, defeating The scream, scream for your life Scream for eating the beating the feeding Deaf eating the sow