Tampon Farm

(Verse 1)

[KATE MCKINNON]

She's sitting on a tractor, harvest piled high

She's sitting in her wisdom, baby on her thigh

Eyes on the horizon, she smiles with a sigh

And she sings

She's wearing a bandanna, she's eating a banana

Her clothes are made of burlap, her horse's name is Hannah

And there's sweat on her browsers

Dirt on her trousers

And she sings

(Chorus 1)

Tampon farm

The women making cotton, cotton for the tampons

Tampons for the blood

Tampon farm

Women with guitars are singing to the tampons

Tampon farm

(Verse 2)

[ALL]

The sun makes the fibers, the hands load the fibers

Into little things of plastic to go in a vagine

And the Moon makes the menses and the menses meets the fibers

And they sing

(Chorus 2)

Tampon farm

Utopia of women sweating and they're farming

And they're playing the guitar

Tampon farm

They're going out of business 'cause they're singing instead of farming

Tampon farm

Tampon farm