Mother's eyes are veined and watching She hears all of our talking Mother's hair and thoughts are tangled Like a car crash, meat and metal mangled Mother's womb is taut and swollen She engenders blind children Their mouths are opening wide Spits all her ideas inside Mother's hands are long and whipping My spoiled back is ripping Mother's hands are long and whipping My spoiled back is ripping Mother sits in white house chairs Makes all the bedwetters scared Mother's words manifest in rocks Carved by men with broken cocks Sometimes I feel like I'm in a zoo or TV People come here with their families, watch me Wary of associative speech Bring on the dancers, I'll cover my eyes Bring on the dancers, I'll cover my eyes We rent churches to fuck and make money in Then send the kids to their room, go watch TV Bring on the dancers, I'll cover my eyes Bring on the dancers, I'll cover my eyes Bring on the dancers, I'll cover my eyes Bring on the dancers, I'll cover my eyes Big Mother cracks my hand Big Mother cracks my hand Big Mother cracks my hand Big Mother cracks my hand