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 grass We tore down the treehouses And our brothers were kindling For love songs that we couldnt 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...
ooooooooooh, stretchmarks, treehouses, song, kindling