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your mother was a surfer, I really hate your heart
I'd get up in the morning to feed pieces to the sharks
I see the dead seals coming up to find you
I see the dead face coming up to find me

your daughter was a surfer, she really loves the sand
you could bury her up to her neck, let her dig out with her hands
to see the dead seals coming up to find you
to see the dead face coming up to find me

someday I'll be a mother, I'll eat my children's hearts
peel their skin off with scissors and feed it to the sharks
I see the dead seals coming up to find me
I see the dead face coming up to find them