Too Many Flesh Suppers (Bonus Track)

Lyrics for Too Many Flesh Suppers (Bonus Track)

They found two dogs hung from electrical pylons By their hind legs, just down from my road You slit their bellies open, left the knife inside They'd ripped off our collars, we had nowhere to hide Do you feel the sweat drip? Wake up when your hearts skips 4am, you're screaming, "Mother, swear I am a good kid" I lean across to take the wheel Walk so far, blisters form and heal Compose a mental list of subtle ways to broach the point again Take my callous hand, sink these bloody fingers Too many flesh suppers, too many scents linger Take my callous hand, sink these bloody fingers Too many flesh suppers, too many scents linger You take the bed and I'll take the floor I'll block the draught that comes under the door You take the sheets and I'll wrap in clothes I overpack to keep out the cold Take my callous hand, sink these bloody fingers Too many flesh suppers, too many scents linger Take my callous hand, sink these bloody fingers Too many flesh suppers, too many scents linger I plunge my hand deep like child scraping around jam jar Unwieldy as teenagers reach below his lover's belt line The power that I felt when you looked me in the eye And said, "I promise boy, I'll never let you see me cry" You don't pay back the debt you owe your parents for birth By giving grandkids in return You watch them die Through your declining eyes My clandestine, broken cage We'll keep them secret 'cause there's no other way You ripped off my flesh And my heart gripped the ribs like a prisoner