The Suppression Of The House Wife Songtext
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Don't go killing everything you love
said Jesus to the wretched ones.
Trapped inside their own minds;
drowning babies in blood.
The surpression of the housewife.
But that's not for us.
SO what are we gonna do?
We're gonna pack our bags and head south,
with pen and paper and die content,
said Jesus to the wretched ones.
Trapped inside their own minds;
drowning babies in blood.
The surpression of the housewife.
But that's not for us.
SO what are we gonna do?
We're gonna pack our bags and head south,
with pen and paper and die content,
on the saddest canvas the world's ever seen.
Simple economics and a girl with brown hair.
No more of all this sacrifice of personality.
Don't go killing everything you'll ever be...
Jesus said to me.
Simple economics and a girl with brown hair.
No more of all this sacrifice of personality.
Don't go killing everything you'll ever be...
Jesus said to me.
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