I Was Born a Girl, You Were Born a Machine
Aliens making noise
Burn yourself like desert gods
God laughs when man makes plans
Burn your church clothes in the sand
So paint your walls a different color if you want to sleep
I've got holes in my hands and bugs in my sheets
'Cause I was born a girl you were born a machine
I dont want to know where we go when we die
Burn yourself like desert gods
God laughs when man makes plans
Burn your church clothes in the sand
So paint your walls a different color if you want to sleep
I've got holes in my hands and bugs in my sheets
'Cause I was born a girl you were born a machine
I dont want to know where we go when we die
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Writer(s): Parking Lots
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