Too Many Flesh Suppers Songtext
von Los Campesinos!

They found two dogs hung from electrical pylons
By their hind legs, just down from my road
You slit their bellies open, left the knife inside
They′d ripped off our collars, we had nowhere to hide

Do you feel the sweat drip?
Wake up when your hearts skips
4am, you're screaming, "Mother, swear I am a good kid"
I lean across to take the wheel
Walk so far, blisters form and heal
Compose a mental list of subtle ways to broach the point again

Take my callous hand, sink these bloody fingers
Too many flesh suppers, too many scents linger
Take my callous hand, sink these bloody fingers
Too many flesh suppers, too many scents linger


You take the bed and I′ll take the floor
I'll block the draught that comes under the door
You take the sheets and I'll wrap in clothes
I overpack to keep out the cold

Take my callous hand, sink these bloody fingers
Too many flesh suppers, too many scents linger
Take my callous hand, sink these bloody fingers
Too many flesh suppers, too many scents linger

I plunge my hand deep like child scraping around jam jar
Unwieldy as teenagers reach below his lover′s belt line
The power that I felt when you looked me in the eye
And said, "I promise boy, I′ll never let you see me cry"

You don't pay back the debt you owe your parents for birth
By giving grandkids in return
You watch them die
Through your declining eyes
My clandestine, broken cage
We′ll keep them secret 'cause there′s no other way
You ripped off my flesh
And my heart gripped the ribs like a prisoner