Lyrics
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
