Force fed more than we eat in the wild
Raised on a mash that can suffocate a child
Goaded, promoted in a? pocket style
Munching in the field while we're choking on the bile
Corner the the muck of the geese without phones
Hushing down the public on a street without a home

Get the mother fucker on the phone
(repeat)

Hello Motherfucker
My lover
You had it coming
Get the motherfucker on the phone
Set aside the scruples and the strategies and the strain

A smallpox- laden blanket invisible with stains
Inoculated bastards, bloody pecked at pain
Distemper has a hold
Distemper has a hold
We took a second sip from a cup we made of bones
The first it was a ruse, a trick so aptly grown
The truth is that our youth was a carpet laid with stones

Get the mother fucker on the phone (repeat)
Hello Motherfucker
My lover
You had it coming