When we last caught you with cherry pie fingers
In the mildewing womb of the world
Your toothless piano
Clanging, gaping, ruthless pig gut howl
Squezing the barren tits of streetlights for a dust shower
When we last saw you singing with three lungs
Coughing up a song for soiled doves

Why did you let the music rot?
You child of soiled doves
Kick your piano into the highway?
You child of soiled doves
Tape your eyelids back onto their brow hinge?
You child of soiled doves
Glue your mangled bones into the shape of an angel?
You child of soiled doves

Your girl skin guitar just got back from the sanitarium
And your song dribbles into my ear
From the catheter lodged in your lung
Doctor, please, please, please
Prescribe cocaine for this sagging skull
A pill to perspirat
A knife to agotate
Serum to re-create this ex-soiled dove

Why did you let the music rot?
You child of soiled doves
Kick your piano into the highway?
You child of soiled doves
Tape your eyelids back onto their brow hinge?
You child of soiled doves
Glue your mangled bones into the shape of an angel?
You child of soiled doves