Rain in the womb I kicked that night
Dutiful and breeded for the next war
Uniformly creeping towards the burn ward
We'll be blessing her birth
When the cardio-lady clips that wire
Beautiful its streamers, ships
and baby's eyes
Cherubim and chestnuts so that baby cries
We'll be blessing her birth
So can't you come, can't I win your hair?
Is there space within your system
for a new room?
Are there veins that form a curtain
we can crawl through,
does it rain in your womb?
So won't you come, can I wear your stare
You are human - born in heat beneath
the bug lights
Is there rooms beneath your sphere for
yet another boy?
Does it rain in your womb?