So it started in your ovaries A stone, a seedling, our bones entwined A warning from the orderlies A bulge for bleeding; this will take its time Oh-oh-oh, oh-oh So it all ran down the telephone And it saw me clearly, all at nine years old Calmly cast in styrofoam In my Tony Lamas when the shock takes hold Oh-oh-oh, oh-oh Mom, there are hurdles here That I cannot seem to clear Dad, there are demons 'round And though I said that I, Said I'd be all right, I lied I lied, I lied, I lied So fix your brood and belly now Get your fingers wringing, get your loins unstained It'll eat you from the inside out Till it comes out screaming, till it all falls away Oh-oh-oh, oh-oh Dad, there are hurdles here That I cannot seem to clear Mom, there are demons 'round And though I said that I Said I'd be all right, I lied I lied, I lied, I lied