Canaries in the Coal Mine

There's an upside to your feeding tube

We've arranged a humble birthday party for you

And hasteful kittens sometimes spoil their food

They tip the dish and they leave hungry tummies

We will always be eating our own

We will always wonder which side you're on

In this universe each one of us is alone

We will always be eating, always be eating our own

There's an awkward form you now assume

Some new abstraction from your mother's fresh womb

To cry in bathrooms, worship garbage truth

That which won't kill you will surely scare the fuck out of you

Your plump fingers and fatty thumbs

Will curl and circle, devour the young

Canaries in the coal mines come alone

Nobody comes back and nobody comes home

We will always be eating our own

We will always wonder which side you're on

In this universe each one of us is alone

Nobody comes back and nobody comes home

We will always be eating our own

We will always be bricking prisons

In this universe each one of us is alone

Nobody comes back, nobody comes home

We picture seven swinging branches

With seven swinging bodies

Seven singing trumpets and seven seals to come

We shall overcome

We picture seven swinging branches

With seven swinging bodies

Seven singing trumpets and seven seals to come

We shall overcome

We picture seven swinging branches

With seven swinging bodies

Seven singing trumpets and seven seals to come

We shall overcome