When we last caught you with cherry pie fingers   In the mildewing womb of the world   Your toothless piano   Clanging, gaping, ruthless pig gut howl   Squezing the barren tits of streetlights for a dust shower   When we last saw you singing with three lungs   Coughing up a song for soiled doves      Why did you let the music rot?   You child of soiled doves   Kick your piano into the highway?   You child of soiled doves   Tape your eyelids back onto their brow hinge?   You child of soiled doves   Glue your mangled bones into the shape of an angel?   You child of soiled doves      Your girl skin guitar just got back from the sanitarium   And your song dribbles into my ear   From the catheter lodged in your lung   Doctor, please, please, please   Prescribe cocaine for this sagging skull   A pill to perspirat   A knife to agotate   Serum to re-create this ex-soiled dove      Why did you let the music rot?   You child of soiled doves   Kick your piano into the highway?   You child of soiled doves   Tape your eyelids back onto their brow hinge?   You child of soiled doves   Glue your mangled bones into the shape of an angel?   You child of soiled doves