Racehorse: Get Married!

You fuck like a racehorse

It's your wedding day, your wedding day, say: Yes

You want to be pollinated

Frays of friction far too sacred

We survive between our hunger

Dig our heads into the water

Memorize your casket, your mother patterns

The space between your legs, I grab what's good of you

You pluck fruit from my endless head

Rearrange them to make your soul sweat

Bite snakes down for better shelter

Fridge your orgasm, make it colder

We put our blood in bags, we don't want water

And you hold me close inside the slaughter

And you look so much better without that shit in your hair

I mean, saddles if you need them, but I could ride you bare

And you can swallow shotguns if you want to

There are bullets in your paintings, if you want them

There are hooks to hang your kill

There are flood boards rising upwards

And fields our fathers fled from

And bedrooms we don't dare go to

I would like a word with you!

I would like a word with you!

You can swallow shotguns if you want to

And you can shed the lions from your songs

Take the blankets off, show me under your clothes

The tattoos you don't have, but believe me, your body knows

You can swallow shotguns if you want to

You can swallow shotguns if you want to

It's your wedding day, your wedding day, say: Yes

Aprons or rifles, anarchist?

Sleep in the slaughterhouses?

Quilts quiet made from our spit?

And I am letting all you horses go

I'm letting all you horses go

I'm letting all you horses go

I'm letting all you horses go

I'm letting all you horses go

I'm letting all you horses go

I'm letting all you horses go

I'm letting all you horses go