Lyrics:

We are all soured milk
When we look in the mirror, we collapse

We are all soured milk
When we look in the mirror, we collapse
When our time has come
When our finger's on the trigger, we collapse
Arms are flailing
Swirling like the poison in the sink
Like the southern belle
Playing songs of horror
Like teeth amongst the grass

Like the bullet shell
Whistle and then I'll hum
Watch the good folks run
We are all rotten fruit
When the pipeline starts to flow in, we collapse
When our time has come
When the city needs a lynching, we collapse
Arms are flailing
The devil's in the eye of every man
Water and the well
A Baptist and a baby
We're rolling in the weeds

Keep her spirit well
The tar pit Dave's father
Will lay her out to dry