Little Hospitals
I'll turn your baby into lemonadeSuckle lemons and trade, trade, tradePlay along in your silver dressWe'll save souls and we'll break bread
All cows shit and angels tooLook around it's the bestest viewDid you think before you spoke aloud?Your fucking tongue it will do you proud
You seek my coverWhere you go I'll follow onYou never can get enoughWe just need to surviveIf we're ever gonna dream again
I feel sad as we penetrateUnbuckle buttons and slave, slave, slaveWe attack like civil unrestNo home equals no dread
All cows shit and angels tooLook around it's the bestest viewDid you think before you spoke aloud?Your fucking tongue it will do you proud
You seek my coverWhere you go I'll follow onYou never can get enoughWe just need to surviveIf we're ever gonna dream againEver gonna dream again
We are individuals in our little ritualsHospitals, memorials, smaller than diseaseRituals and burials are distant used memories
When you leaveWhen you leave I doubt I'll remember you