Mouths to Feed

History makes 'em filthy
Tables with mutated, vulgar, vicious lies

Out pop their babies, without warning
I have no hands, I can't put up a fight

Both parents blameless
Who can blame them for what is done
There's no escaping
There's no escaping, no

'Cause there're always mouths to feed
Never any holes to breathe on the earth

And you can gnash your teeth
Or let our histories do the work

And that's what I'm doing now
And I did not fight it and it did not hurt
And I did not fight it and it did not hurt

'Cause there're always mouths to feed
Never any holes to breathe on the earth

And that's what I'm worried about

And I did not fight it and it did not hurt
And I did not fight it and it did not hurt
When I clap my hands, it don't make this work
No, still I did not fight it and it did not hurt

And I did not fight it and it did not hurt
And I did not fight it and it did not hurt
And I did not fight it and it did not hurt
No, still I did not fight it

There're always mouths to feed
Never any holes to breathe on the earth
There're always mouths to feed
Never any holes to breathe on the earth
There're always mouths to feed
Never any holes to breathe on the earth
There're always mouths to feed
Never any holes to breathe on the earth

And that's what I'm worried about