Из альбома: Chickens
Mamma, creatures that I held once
Scarred in to my brick walls
And in their way into the walls
They don't know what it is
Or is my calls
I have three squirrels in my hands
Chewing my fingers
Bloody pulp and
I've got three squirrels in my hands
They won't leave if I cannot afford
To feed them
Thousands of them
They've outgrown the cage
And I know exactly where they've been for days
In my mattress burrowing
Birthing litters of them
This Spring
'You taste like my wife'
He told me
I taste like your wife now
Oh please
Leavin' dishes of poison around
Sleeping on carcasses after the curtains
I've got three squirrels in my hands
Chewing my fingers
Bloody pulp and
I've got three squirrels in my hands
They will leave if I cannot afford to feed them
Thousands of them
Now they've outgrown the cage
I know exactly where they've been for days
In my mattress
Burrowing
Birthing litters of them
This spring