Organs For Oceans
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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 grass
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
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