the spade of man is pushing up
with all their fractured wrists, good general
burning our childhood homes
with turpentine
inside their siamese wounds
it's death & dying
swim in the swill, we will
on the kitchen floor
and wrap my bones in birds
for a real good cause
oh, mother mary
she holds me in her arms
we're strapped to a tanker
in a warring world
see all these dinosaurs?
they want to rule the world
i'm ready to wash my hands of you
next time you bring me more bad news
i'm ready