Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song The Baby Stays, artist - Sage Francis.
Date of issue: 10.05.2010
Song language: English
The Baby Stays |
I got nothing to teach the learning curve of your body |
I got teeth that could hurt you probably |
With one bite |
A tongue with spikes, a rusty knife |
I wish you’d take it from me |
An gut me like a fish, up tight and selfish |
Got a lust for life and a death wish |
They’re husband and wife and they |
Fuck like they’re helpless |
Am I a product of uninteresting sex? |
If I’m bored by your pillow-talk and Newport cigarettes? |
She chews on fiberglass like a teething infant |
He breathes in her stink and seems indifferent |
She dreams of children |
He hears the pitter-patter of little fetuses |
He’s like «stand by me |
There’s a leech in my briefs and it’s bleeding like a stuck pig |
Come quick!» |
Think of a baby’s name, she wanted to call it «Quits» |
Imma name him Raymond and raise him |
Like I don’t know my own strength |
And bench-press the baby naked |
Hold it to the sky, like «look what I did! |
It’s mine, and you can’t have it.» |
Until it rains, and when it rains |
He sticks out his tongue to catch it |
The baby stays |
The baby stays |
He just stares into the abyss 'til the abyss blinks |
Instincts pop up to the surface like pinpricks |
Still flinch |
Manhandle the kill switch |
Peg meet square, get dismantled by drill-bits |
The deconstruction of a functional addict |
Leaving assumptions to a bunch of fanatics |
It’s just standard procedure |
With a automatic pilot light |
Hide behind a white lab rain coat cause the water broke |
Press eject |
First comes the head, then the neck |
Then the body avalanches out the tape deck |
Flappin' on the ground like a fish out of its element |
No one wants to acknowledge the carnage, the mess or elephant |
That’s in the room |
Connected to the womb with a lifeline |
Labored all day through the morning noon and nighttime |
Then we cut the cord, fully aware |
What we keep on the inside’s too personal to share |
Now we hold it in the air, like «look what happened!» |
If we throw it out with the bath water |
Will you catch it? |
Or let it go down the drain |
If it goes down the drain imma snatch it |
The baby stays |
The baby stays |
And I’mma hold it to the sky, like «look what I did! |
It’s mine, and you can’t have it.» |
Until it rains, and when it rains |
He sticks out his tongue to catch it |
The baby stays |
The baby stays |
The baby stays |