She Wears He-Harem Songtext
von Shudder to Think

Will you wear your he-him hat
And a lace bib that zips up the back
To be an N on a leash of men
And the N is full of fools
Like the patchwork in your new sleeve
See the stone mines between Bob
And a suitcase full of new clothes
Made of men′s skin and the soles you done stole
Will you wear your he-him hat
And a real-dead boa wrapped 'round your throat
To be an X in sexless equation
Lead on a spool of tools
Like the patchwork by your crown queen And the seamster is a stone mine
There′s a suitcase full of old robes
Made of veal hearts and the souls that popped out
Will you wear your he-him dress
With black lashes lapped up the nest
That grows like grass
Through fetal wake
Like toxic limbs that
That the road of memory paved in
See the stone mines between Bob
And a suitcase full of new clothes
Made of men's skin and the soles you done stole