guilt is a snake we beat with a rake
to grow in our kitchen in the pies we bake
feed it to us to squirm in our bellies
twisting our guts make our spines to jelly
stay, donīt want to go now
drove the children from their chores
handcuffes housewives into whores
fear of the beast is calling it near
creating what weīre hating, itīs only fear that is here
stay, donīt want to go now
come into our home, wonīt you stay?
i know the staek is cold but its wrapped in plastic
come into our home, wonīt you stay?
i know the steak is cold but its wrapped in plastic
iīm only as deep as the self that i dig
iīm only as sick as the stick in the pig
"thin and so white, thin and so white"
daddy tells the daughter
while mommyīs sleeping at night
to wash away sin you must take off your skin
the righteous father wears the yellowist grin
"donīt wanna go now"
stay, donīt wanna go now, stay, donīt wanna go now
come into our home, wonīt you stay?
i know the staek is cold but its wrapped in plastic
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