Suffragette Lyrics
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I want to throw up in my face
My whole life is a Sunday
Afternoon
Women are funny
They're almost like people
Sweet little suffragettes-
Something to eat
Something to cook
Something to freeze
The mail slows
And the phone calls
Drop off completely
Like the moon
Lose herself
Once a month
The Indians are coming back in derailed rollercoaster cars
Polka dots and earrings, their Mohawks all blown back by the wind
A foreign flash
Brighter than white lighting
Don't sweat it sleeping foot
For the white man is all but extinct
Come and burn the worship dresses of ladies and the lord's wardrobe
Ride on back into the homesteader's village slinging arrows, toss your tomahawks
Turn and join the ranks of the empowered
Turn and join the ranks of the empowered and the vicious
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Don't make that fish face, bitch
From your fish tank
Let's go and find a tapedeck and make love to buddy holly
Aren't you in the know, the Navajos approach the fort
As we speak
And you are dog meat
You my darling are dog meat
