[Verse]
How the prayer rubs the rosary
How the make up makes her face pretty
Oh, how we have an underbelly
Bitten by brutality
How there’s guts fried up
How Lothario leers at slut
Oh, how we have an underbelly
Bitten by brutality
And how
In our first and last years
We are the most needy, least greedy, most grateful, least hateful
How we die as deeply doe-eyed as we start
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