I Need a Child
I need a childInto my middle.I need a child,A wild one.
Under my skin,A little bone,A speaking treeIs growing on me.
I’ve got flowers exploding on my swinging tits,So many flowers exploding on my swinging tits.I need a child.
My heart is a dead frog haunting on my broken throatWith the red lipstick stuck and his bleeding mouth.I can’t breath.
It’s so cold, warm me up, feel me up, build me a child.I’m in bloom, ‘boom’ into my middle.I’m in blue boom into my heart.I’m in bloom ‘boom’ into my middle.I’m in blue boom into my heart.
Since the day of my brother’s birth,Oh brother’s bird, I’ve understood.There’s a mother exploding on my swinging tits,So many flowers exploding on my swinging tits.
I need a child.