Talk about their world
But every woman learns to bleed from the moon
So I just left a big brown bloodstain
Dressed in my best greasy skin
Of the women they love
There's men wearing the blood
In the air-conditioned building
Say my period came early
That made it inside
And squinty eyes
I got my vertebrae all stacked up
Sure I do
Though my underwear
I ask her if she's got a tampon I could use
Right now it's the only power
I wonder
Oh honey, what a hassle for you
There's white wearing the blood of the brown
But it's not a minute too soon
The I'm-so-bored room
Of my upper lip when it curls
Out of almost anything
Every time it's cut down
Listening to the suits talk about their world
Is the secretary sitting at the desk by the door
These businessmen got the money
I didn't really have much to say
Can these boys smell me bleeding
I can make breath
They got the instruments of death
But I can make life
As high as they go
I go and find the only other woman on the floor
I but I still feel myself sliding
I'm the only part of summer here
That I possess
Sitting in the boardroom
Except for the line
I say
She says
They can make straight lines
And we bleed to renew life
Decorated with coporate flair
So I excuse myself and leave the room
You know I do
Listening to the suits
The whole time I was there
From the earth that I know
It ain't no hassle, no, it ain't no mess
