Lyrics

The clientele: Your kin and friends Taking their bodies in and trading them for ends We took our bodies and we put them up to fend Against their bodies and the cycle never ends now Taste it! Taste it! What are we now? Two eyes and seven seams all working to show How much we need to feel permission to go Forget our bodies and just taste it, taste it They're busy pissing family colors out Going out dinner with our mothers now Coming back and tucking in our daughters now But they don't know what they're doing Because they don't know how to damage how we love So they damage what we love