Song parody of
Through the Hosiery
by Crystal Castles
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You want it out so just take my spawn
Feel complete after it's gone
Don't sleep by my side, sleep on the lawn
It's not too late you wanted it good
Through the hosiery
To the ovaries
To the nothing
How does it feel when you can't feel nothing?
Give that guilt you shed a newborn
To your feet it falls to the floor
Itching inside you still want more
Stillborn fawn throw it to the door
Through the hosiery
To the ovaries
To the nothing
How does it feel when you can't feel nothing?
Fifteen years you've waited for me
Through preteen years of deficiency
Cuts on my hands, but you can't feel nothing
Blood on my hands, you can wipe up something
Drink sulfur, spill it in my lap
My onus is the time that you lack
Borrowed your womb you can't have it back
Drink sulfur, spit it right back
Fifteen years you've waited for me
Through preteen years of deficiency
Cuts on my hands, but you can't feel nothing
Blood on my hands, you can wipe up something
You want it out so just take my spawn
Feel complete after it's gone
Don't sleep by my side, sleep on the lawn
It's not too late you wanted it good
Through the hosiery
To the ovaries
To the nothing
How does it feel when you can't feel nothing?
Give that guilt you shed a newborn
To your feet it falls to the floor
Itching inside you still want more
Stillborn fawn throw it to the door
Through the hosiery
To the ovaries
To the nothing
How does it feel when you can't feel nothing?
Fifteen years you've waited for me
Through preteen years of deficiency
Cuts on my hands, but you can't feel nothing
Blood on my hands, you can wipe up something
Drink sulfur, spill it in my lap
My onus is the time that you lack
Borrowed your womb you can't have it back
Drink sulfur, spit it right back
Fifteen years you've waited for me
Through preteen years of deficiency
Cuts on my hands, but you can't feel nothing
Blood on my hands, you can wipe up something
