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 salt 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 floodboards rising upward
 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!