Lyrics:

Signing my name on the forms
Pink Triplicate
With a look of low down dirty shame
Heat Heat your incubators
We’re burning some bridges GW

Sittin’ in a sterile room again
Sounds like giggles from Sad Eyed Chickens
I’ve been starin’ at those Ladies Mags
Cosmo still tells us we need him

We need him

What a waste my ball bustin’ bitches
I once thought we could do anything
But trust in numbers of
Hog-tied Cornish Hens

Do you love this state I’m apocalyptic dreaming?
Till it all goes south
A
Storm of organs fall off the earth

Do you love your freedom?
Do you love your freedom?
Maybe sometimes
Maybe sometimes

Do you love your freedom?
Do you love your freedom?

ABCDEFGHIJKLM NO

Quit your whinin’
It’s not like Hamurabi in Mesopotamia
It’s not and eye for an eye these days
Just a freezer full of sperm and eggs
We were made to be seen and touched
Then detonate
In menopausal aftermaths
My sister
She told me
She told me

All our lovers are geriatric senators
Pumped full of Viagra
Fucking Ferraris

While we’re shipped to glue factories
Abortion posters for Christianity

Do you love this state I’m apocalyptic dreaming
Till it all goes south
A
Storm of organs fall off the earth

Do you love your freedom?
Do you love your freedom?
Maybe sometimes
Maybe sometimes

Do you love your freedom?
Do you love your freedom?


ABCDEFGHIJKLM NO