Tidal Mouth - Dead Dads' Club

Baby

Don't come back as a baby, baby
My hands were not made to twist
The infant, your soft resurrection
A pig on a glowing spit

I am no more home than you are
I am no more home than you
(Just a bit of scattered grit)

Don't you dare come back as mine
I will laugh you right outta my womb
I will treat you like nobody's baby
I will dress you in itchy wool

I am not your home, I'm not
I am not your home, I'm not
And I am not your fool

What if you came back as another? Don't you dare, don't you dare
Through embers
Through...

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Writer(s): Daccia Bloomfield
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