Funeral For My Future Children
I’ll bury all my children
I’ll carry them to death
I’ll bury all my children
I’ll carry them to death
Oh, to linger in their stories
Exhausted by their weight
My milk is gray and bitter but I’ll
Carry them each day
To that day, woah woah
To that day, woah woah
To that day, woah woah
To that day, woah woah
