Canaries in the Coal Mine

There's an upside to your feeding tube see
We've arranged a humble birthday party for you
But hasteful kittens sometimes spoil their food
They tip the dish and they leave hungry tummies

We will always be eating our own
We will always wonder which side you're on
In this universe each one of us is alone
We will always be eating, always be eating our own

Now there's an awkward form you now assume
Some new abstraction from your mother's fresh womb
To cry in bathrooms, worship garbage truth
That which won't kill you will surely scare the fuck out of you
Your plump fingers and fatty thumbs
Will curl and circle, devour the young
Canaries in the coal mines, come alone
Nobody comes back and nobody comes home

We will always be eating our own
We will always wonder which side you're on
In this universe each one of us is alone
Nobody comes back, nobody comes home
We will always be eating our own
We will always wonder which side you're on
In this universe each one of us is alone
Nobody comes back, nobody comes home

We picture seven swinging branches
With seven swinging bodies
Seven singing trumpets and seven seals to come
We shall overcome