| If the mother goes to sleep with you
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| will you run and tell geraldo
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| If the mother bears your children without tears
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| without the usual costs of labor
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| if the mother goes to bed with you
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| will you run and tell the neighbors
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| will you hide behind that get up that you wear
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| or will take the first ear that comes into contact with you blade
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| like peter did on the hill
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| will you call her a freak?
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| will you call them freaks?
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| if the mother goes to bed with you
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| will you run and tell the papers
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| how she picked you from a line up in downtown philadelphia
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| with a cigarette hangin’out of your mouth and henry miller in your
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| back pocket
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| you little fucker
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| If the mother goes to bed with you
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| in the bowels of the cathedral
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| will you render her asunder with what she really needs
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| or will you crash that beautiful silence with some talk about
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| finding yourself in your mother’s arms
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| will you call her a freak
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| will you call them freaks
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| or will you call the gods
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| will you call them freaks
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| you know your sperm is weak
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| you never looked, so high
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| to ever find her, so low
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| you did not have to go, that far
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| to show her that you were holy
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| now you know they’re gonna come for you
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| and drag your silly name into the mud
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| if the mother bears your children without tears
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| and the usual cost of labor |