There's an upside to your feeding tube see We've arranged a humble birthday party for you But hasteful kittens sometimes spoil their food They tip the dish and they leave hungry tummies We will always be eating our own We will always wonder which side you're on In this universe each one of us is alone We will always be eating, always be eating our own Now there's an awkward form you now assume Some new abstraction from your mother's fresh womb To cry in bathrooms, worship garbage truth That which won't kill you will surely scare the fuck out of you Your plump fingers and fatty thumbs Will curl and circle, devour the young Canaries in the coal mines, come alone Nobody comes back and nobody comes home We will always be eating our own We will always wonder which side you're on In this universe each one of us is alone Nobody comes back, nobody comes home We will always be eating our own We will always wonder which side you're on In this universe each one of us is alone Nobody comes back, nobody comes home We picture seven swinging branches With seven swinging bodies Seven singing trumpets and seven seals to come We shall overcome