Jordaan Mason & the Horse Museum
1990 was a long year and we are all out of hot water now
Let the stove get hot, we need heat
To hard all the house with our teeth
But I can't make dinner properly
You are a girl with a cock
I am a boy who can't talk
Warm the analphabet soup
To grind all the milk out of you
We share the kitchen table
And vomit the newspaper
Back and forth, back and forth
Back and forth, back and forth
But I can talk to you, I'd like a word with you
Divorce lawyers, I shaved my head
She shaved her head
We are new
And standing near the window
She pulls her pants down a little
And says, 'Do you see where I used to be a boy?'
Do you see where I used to be a boy?
I said 'I've had in my mouth, I swallowed the evidence down'
And the children you wanted around, they've stayed in my stomach to drown
She panics and says this is all I have in my hands
I want to forget who I am
I want to fuck and forget who I am
And so we swallow faucets and spit hot water
Between our lips, like what would we say instead
And we gather our hair, like bark from backyards where
We force the fire to spread, with sawdust carved from our hair
Where did you put my autobiography?
Where did you put all the wood for the winter?
And where did you thrust all the oil we kept up?
And how do we get warm?
How do we get warm?
How do we stay warm?
How do we stay warm?