(Verse 1)
[KATE MCKINNON]
She's sitting on a tractor, harvest piled high
She's sitting in her wisdom, baby on her thigh
Eyes on the horizon, she smiles with a sigh
And she sings

She's wearing a bandanna, she's eating a banana
Her clothes are made of burlap, her horse's name is Hannah
And there's sweat on her browsers
Dirt on her trousers
And she sings

(Chorus 1)
Tampon farm
The women making cotton, cotton for the tampons
Tampons for the blood
Tampon farm
Women with guitars are singing to the tampons
Tampon farm

(Verse 2)
[ALL]
The sun makes the fibers, the hands load the fibers
Into little things of plastic to go in a vagine
And the Moon makes the menses and the menses meets the fibers
And they sing
(Chorus 2)
Tampon farm
Utopia of women sweating and they're farming
And they're playing the guitar
Tampon farm
They're going out of business 'cause they're singing instead of farming
Tampon farm
Tampon farm