歌詞: Irish Front (The). Other. Chicago Typewriter.

The farmer stands
proud of his tornado
tentacles and all
owls pressed through key holes
and children tangled into cob webs

My stomach speaks to me in foreign languages
and my abdominals have become
artwork

Extra
Extra, read all about it

I have been
Holding

My breath since birth
and armageddon is in a math textbook

Bodies built from invincible bears.
Our bodies built from invincible bears.
Your body is built from invincible bears.

My hands have kept me awake all night.
All night.

My daughter found you
half eaten by concrete
projecting cannonballs
and burying the anchors

Were all siamese twins
with our torsoes convereged
and with your legs dangling

DONATE YOUR ARMS

DONATE YOUR ARMS

Donate your arms
With your legs dangling