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I'll spread me open, stuck to my ribsAre all your infants in abortion cribsYou run like roaches, and you try to dieI know your poison, in our space we'll lieTo an obscene god we will dance and spitThe skin is thin, in our beds we sitWe take off our rings and we kneelOur scabbed knees are so slow to healStretch a little boy holeFor looking-glass peopleI don't want to be meI don't want to fear, noMomma's got a scarecrow Got to let the corn growA man can't always reap what he sows(Cut, cut, cut in pantomime, mime, mimeI'll be your devil if you'll admit you're mine)Leave yourself to be ultra-hereThe chill of fall is always crawling nearSpiders in the flowersNever know their smellThe barbers here know secretsThey will never tell(Cut, cut, cut in pantomime, mime, mimeI'll be your devil if you'll admit you're mine)