Motherfucker

Force-fed more than we’d eat in the wild

Grazed on a mash that could suffocate a child

Bloated, promoted in an ode to pomp and style

Moistening the feed while we choke upon the bile

Cornering the market on the geese without their bones

Hushing out the public in a strike without a drone

The cage became collapsible, our sticks equipped with stones

Get the motherfucker on the phone, the phone..

Hello motherfucker, my lover, you saw it coming.

Set aside the scruples in a stratagem of strain

A smallpox-laden blanket, invisible with stains

Inoculating bastards, bloody peck at pain

Distemper has a hold, distemper has a hold

We took the second sip from a cup we made of bones

The first it was a ruse, a trick so aptly thrown

The truth is that our youth was a carpet laid of stones

Get the motherfucker on the phone, the phone

Hello motherfucker, my lover, you saw it coming

Goodbye motherfucker, my lover, you had it coming

Get the motherfucker on the phone ..