you are always talking and you never stop
the faceless foreign few
and all the girl's guts in between your teeth
grow roots into you

i am a victim of the general public
those sirens scream my name
i am the man in the general public
but my voice remains the same

this a nice place that you've been living in
all processed in cans
tricking black ponies into a crippled dance
buried in the sand

you are always talking and you never stop

the real mothers

sick and tired of the major leagues
you'd better watch your mouth
i'll do what i please
with them sordid eyes
the mystery lies in me

the real mothers
in the meat locker
the damn youth

eye for eye and your lazy speech
with your naked lunch
while the preachers preach
scum for dinner
the cost of killing is free

spent four long years
my heart displaced
fish nets & recess
a foreign face
your wreck and reign
will dig my grave
your pretty face
will dig my

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