There's an upside to your feeding tube
We've arranged a humble birthday party for you
But hasteful kittens sometimes spoil their food
They tip the dish and they leave hungry tummies
We will always be eating our own
We will always wonder which side you're on
In this universe each one of us is alone
We will always be eating, always be eating our own
Now there's an awkward form you assume
Some new abstraction from your mother's fresh womb
To cry in bathrooms worship garbage truths
That which won't kill you will surely scare the fuck out of you
Your plump fingers and fatty thumbs
Will curl and circle, devour the young
Canaries in the coal mines come alone
No body comes back and no body comes home
We will always be eating our own
We will always wonder which side you're on
In this universe each one of us is alone
(No body comes back and no body comes home)
We will always be eating our own
We will always be breaking prisons
In this universe each one of us is alone
Nobody comes back, nobody comes home