Lyrics

Ooh you wear your he-harem hat And a lace bib that zips up the back To be an 'n' on a leash of men And the endless spool of fools lick of patchwork In your new suit See the stone moths that sweep up And the suitcase full of new clothes Made of man-skin and the souls that you done stole Ooh you wear your he-harem coat And a real dick boa wrapped around your throat To be an 'x' in sexless equation Bead on a spool of jewels Cold backup for your crown, Queen And the seamster is a stone moth There's a suitcase full of old robes And the real hearts and the souls that popped out Ooh you wear your he-harem dress And fake lashes lap up the mess That grows like breath within your wake Coin-toss a glance back At the road of men you paved, dear See the stone moths that sweep up And the suitcase full of new clothes Made of man-skin and the souls that you done stole