The Taxpayers - Sudanese Lips lyrics
[The Taxpayers - Sudanese Lips lyrics]
My daughter, my son, with your HIV blood
And your tar-blackened lungs inside
Send up a prayer from your thick
Fleshy tongues to above
Heaven be willing, and devils be slow
Either take both, my children, away from me
Or fatten my stomach off the
Blood of the working
And the blood of the hopelessly poor
Away from me, always go far from me
Fictional flies upon Sudanese
Lips: Subterfuge separate marrow that spins
Round within centrifuges
My son and my daughter
You are cannon fodder for the
Institution stronger than you
Send out a warcry, be brave before you die
And sink when the water drowns you
My daughter, my son, with your HIV blood
And your eyesight and hearing abused
Fatten my pockets, I will make you
Iconic, and once you're fine
Always confused
Away from me, always go far from me
Away from me, quickly go far from me
Fictional flies upon Sudanese
Lips: Subterfuge separate marrow that spins
Round within centrifuges
And your tar-blackened lungs inside
Send up a prayer from your thick
Fleshy tongues to above
Heaven be willing, and devils be slow
Either take both, my children, away from me
Or fatten my stomach off the
Blood of the working
And the blood of the hopelessly poor
Away from me, always go far from me
Fictional flies upon Sudanese
Lips: Subterfuge separate marrow that spins
Round within centrifuges
My son and my daughter
You are cannon fodder for the
Institution stronger than you
Send out a warcry, be brave before you die
And sink when the water drowns you
My daughter, my son, with your HIV blood
And your eyesight and hearing abused
Fatten my pockets, I will make you
Iconic, and once you're fine
Always confused
Away from me, always go far from me
Away from me, quickly go far from me
Fictional flies upon Sudanese
Lips: Subterfuge separate marrow that spins
Round within centrifuges