Song parody of
Milk
by Good Question?
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A kiss on her knuckles
Like downpour on soil
Her hands sprout up roses
Doused in blood and oil
And the roots take hold
Of her veins and her brain stem
And push out her eyes
While she wonders where they went
Oh where oh where did they go?
They breathe in your breath
And draw parallels to citrus
They'll build you longer legs
And you get used to the distance
But the second you fall
Like the last tree of the forest
They'll scatter like flies
And you'll wonder where they went
Oh where oh where do they go?
I have holes in my brain
I use them to collect water from rain
And when we dance around
All the water returns to the ground
A thief in the dark
With a pouch full of wristbones
Dug up old graves
Etched his name on the tombstones
He's drunk on the air
Full of dirt and old starlight
And he laughs while he cries
Wondering
Where they are tonight
Where they are tonight
Where they are tonight
Where they are tonight
A kiss on her knuckles
Like downpour on soil
Her hands sprout up roses
Doused in blood and oil
And the roots take hold
Of her veins and her brain stem
And push out her eyes
While she wonders where they went
Oh where oh where did they go?
They breathe in your breath
And draw parallels to citrus
They'll build you longer legs
And you get used to the distance
But the second you fall
Like the last tree of the forest
They'll scatter like flies
And you'll wonder where they went
Oh where oh where do they go?
I have holes in my brain
I use them to collect water from rain
And when we dance around
All the water returns to the ground
A thief in the dark
With a pouch full of wristbones
Dug up old graves
Etched his name on the tombstones
He's drunk on the air
Full of dirt and old starlight
And he laughs while he cries
Wondering
Where they are tonight
Where they are tonight
Where they are tonight
Where they are tonight
