One By One

We've attacked and we're waiting to eat
 The sides have come
 The sides have come
 Undone and we're making our
 We are not sure what it is that you say
 We're waiting for (waiting for our)
 Ships as the night turns to day
 And we're starved and we're parched
 We'll rip into the flesh atop the spines with which we arch
 And we'll turn all the runs in our stockings to webs
 We'll hoist them in the forest
 We'll make them our
 Make them our
 Make them our beds
 All the crowds are laughing at their lemon lace
 They were birthed without a face
 Don't sing soft it's what they want
 They will turn your stomach into shards
 Amongst the hogs stuck in the yard
 And when they say they've had enough
 They'll take the flowers from the dust
 And drop their orchids on your old age
 All the girls have gathered 'round now
 They're staring at
 Staring at
 The stars as they start to go out
 One by one you will line them all up
 You make a toast (Make a toast)
 To others who've not given up
 And we laugh when you choke
 We will drag you to the desert
 So you're burnt and you're broke
 And your wife will draw straws
 For the next on the list
 One by one they'll bicker
 While the stars they still
 The stars they still
 The stars they still exist
 It's exactly this that drives us to be mad
 We're not quite sure what we've had
 You won't want to miss this part
 We'll slip into our hunting hats and wait
 Around the house and when we pray
 We'll ask for mercy for our sins
 And all the things we never did alone
 I'll wait for my husband to get home
 And when the cops ask me the reason
 I will say I don't really know
 'Cause we're all in the shit for sure
 And I love to feel your fingers up my skirt
 'Cause we're all in the shit for sure
 And I love to feel your fingers up my skirt
 Up my skirt
 In the desert we will dirty our hands till they're clean
 And in our beds we'll watch our heads explode before we dream