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If the mother goes to sleep with youWill you run and tell geraldoIf the mother bears your children without tearsWithout the usual costs of laborIf the mother goes to bed with youWill you run and tell the neighborsWill you hide behind that get up that you wearOr will take te first ear that comes into contact with yourbladeLike peter did on the hillWill you call her a freak? Will you call them freaks? If the mother goes to bed with youWill you run and tell the papersHow she picked you from a line up in downtown philadelphiaWith a cigarette hangin' out of your mouth and henry miller in your back pocketYou little fuckerIf the mother goes to bed with youIn the bowels of the cathedralWill you render her asunder with what she really needsOr will you crash that beautiful silence with some talk aboutFinding yourself in you mother's armsWill you call her a freakWill you call them freaksOr will you call them godsWill you call them freaksYou know you sperm is weakYou never looked, so highTo ever find her so lowYou did not have to go, that farTo show her you were holyNow you know they're gonna come for youAnd drag your silly name into the mudIf the mother bears your children without tearsAnd without the usual costs of labor