Breed No Evil

I take two men
Come and take two men
Come and take two men
I wonder
What’s on my neck?
My head market
Before I had my net-like head
I take too much of see-through
Too much of see-through

All my grazing in fat
How you walk away fast
And pregnant in your mind
Pregnant in your mind
Pregnant in your mind

Steadfast my halo, my sickle
My heartache come and fill us
My daughter has come from the trash
From small sacks