Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song Specimen, artist - Unwoman. Date of issue: 23.07.2014
Song language: English
Specimen |
| I am ripe full swollen |
| You examine my body where it has fallen |
| You have a habit to feed and this fruit |
| Seems like the sweetest poison |
| I am supine passive silent |
| I long to be used in the way I was meant |
| Obscene fertility in casual beauty |
| My blood spilled My seeds spread |
| This is the natural way |
| I exist for you to evaluate |
| Or shat out or systematically bred |
| Or carefully preserved but dead |
| «My God,» I hear your voice «such an unusual specimen» |
| I am gutted taxidermy-stuffed mended gutted again |
| «My God,» I hear your voice «such an unusual specimen» |
| I am gutted taxidermy-stuffed mended gutted again |
| Taxidermy-stuffed mended gutted again |
| Taxidermy-stuffed mended gutted again |
| Taxidermy-stuffed mended gutted again |
| Taxidermy-stuffed mended gutted again |
| I am supine passive silent |
| I’ve earned my place among men of science |
| My likeness described by poets and painters |
| The jewel of your collection |
| Taxidermy-stuffed mended gutted again |
| Taxidermy-stuffed mended gutted again |
| Taxidermy-stuffed mended gutted again |
| Taxidermy-stuffed mended gutted again |
| Such an unusual specimen |
| Gutted stuffed mended and gutted again |
| To those of independent taste |
| The height of fashion, perfection |
| Taxidermy-stuffed mended gutted again |
| Taxidermy-stuffed mended gutted again |
| Taxidermy-stuffed mended gutted again |
| Taxidermy-stuffed mended gutted again |
| «My God,» I hear your voice «such an unusual specimen» |
| I am gutted taxidermy-stuffed mended gutted again |
| «My God,» I hear your voice «such an unusual specimen» |
| I am gutted taxidermy-stuffed mended gutted again |
| I am supine passive silent |
| I’ve earned my place among men of science |
| My likeness described by poets and painters |
| The jewel of your collection |
| Such an unusual specimen |
| Gutted stuffed mended and gutted again |
| To those of independent taste |
| The height of fashion, perfection |