Drainface

The man that made the god The god that made birth painful For our womanly sins With eyes like retired hotel bedspreads Done His eyes are done Done seeing, done comforting Deliver more, and will deliver You came in on my heart I tried to wash it away Got to wash my poor heart Clear down the drain Every time you open your mouth Dead or dying seagulls call out Fall out of your drainface Your drainface! Your drainface! Your drainface! Now wait for the scream