In regards to the meaning of this song:
Before a live performance on the EP Five Stories Falling, Geoff states “It’s about the last time I went to visit my grandmother in Columbus, and I saw that she was dying and it was the last time I was going to see her. It is about realizing how young you are, but how quickly you can go.”
That’s the thing about Geoff and his sublime poetry, you think it’s about one thing, but really it’s about something entirely different. But the lyrics are still universal and omnipresent, ubiquitous, even. So relatable. That’s one thing I love about this band. I also love their live performances, raw energy and Geoff’s beautiful, imperfectly perfect vocals. His voice soothes my aching soul.
I turned my back on my mother's milk
But I want it back
It was already spilt
I can't get me behind me
'Cause the devil is on my tail, so to speak
I said, somebody's going to jail
Take my doll put on her pretty clothes
Don't you soil her dress
Brush her hair, paint her lips like a rose
Cover up your mess
Strip, baby, strip, cause your daddy is watching
Strip, baby, strip, JonBenét
Strip, baby, strip, cause your mother knows nothing
Strip, baby, strip, JonBenét
Someone said the doctor is my friend
The bruising is his cause
My soul to save a smoking gun in bed
Behind closing doors
Strip, baby, strip, for the soul of your brother
Strip, baby, strip, for his wife
Strip, baby, strip, cause you know she's not willing
Strip, baby, strip, by the knife
I lost my doll, put on my pretty clothes
I won't soil my dress
I brush my hair, paint my lips like a rose
I cover up my mess
Strip, baby, strip, for the soul of your mother
Strip, baby, strip, for her life
Strip, baby, strip, cause you know you're worth nothing
Strip, baby, strip, by the knife
Strip, baby, strip, cause your daddy is watching
Strip, baby, strip, JonBenét
Strip, baby, strip, cause you know you're worth nothing
Strip, baby, strip, JonBenét
But I want it back
It was already spilt
I can't get me behind me
'Cause the devil is on my tail, so to speak
I said, somebody's going to jail
Take my doll put on her pretty clothes
Don't you soil her dress
Brush her hair, paint her lips like a rose
Cover up your mess
Strip, baby, strip, cause your daddy is watching
Strip, baby, strip, JonBenét
Strip, baby, strip, cause your mother knows nothing
Strip, baby, strip, JonBenét
Someone said the doctor is my friend
The bruising is his cause
My soul to save a smoking gun in bed
Behind closing doors
Strip, baby, strip, for the soul of your brother
Strip, baby, strip, for his wife
Strip, baby, strip, cause you know she's not willing
Strip, baby, strip, by the knife
I lost my doll, put on my pretty clothes
I won't soil my dress
I brush my hair, paint my lips like a rose
I cover up my mess
Strip, baby, strip, for the soul of your mother
Strip, baby, strip, for her life
Strip, baby, strip, cause you know you're worth nothing
Strip, baby, strip, by the knife
Strip, baby, strip, cause your daddy is watching
Strip, baby, strip, JonBenét
Strip, baby, strip, cause you know you're worth nothing
Strip, baby, strip, JonBenét
Lyrics submitted by bloodclot, edited by scottdoesntknow628
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