Oedipus Christ in the Swollen Womb of Grief Lyrics


Mom's milk, leaking through your dementia

Mom's milk bottled for naughty boys

Mom's milk, discharing through ears and mensch eyes

Mom's milk good for scared little boys

Curb your mom!

Weigh her with your greasy eyes

Count her with your hairy paws

Look at you!

Such a big boy!

Shiny things,

She'll come for them

Hold tight her leash!

Shiny things,

They're yours! They're yours!

She can't have them.

Stop!

I can't stop this!

More!

I need more milk!

Why?

I can't be sure!

I'm no more in control of this

"Monkey see

Monkey do

Monkey buy

Happy you"

Smell the gas reeking from her blackened shattered lungs

"Monkey work

Monkey nap

Abuse something

Close the gap"

Lay inside her grave and call out the gods of lust

"Monkey born

Monkey pay

Poor monkey

Lost the way"

Spectre of your umbilical cord is coming for you one last time so it can feed you her dead flesh

And none shall matter once she's gone!