We watch the world pass by behind a windowpane
ever since we got trapped inside the museum
we know our fate among the corpses at our feet
ask and you shall receive we hear time and again
though we cannot attract enough sound attention
catch me kiss me fuck me my legs are beautiful
how can you not see how shapely my figure is
the longer we spend trapped inside this museum
hearing conversations so utterly pointless
even the guards prefer to wear earplugs than hear
women men and children talk as if they know art
only some artists come to reproduce the works
recalling better days on a pile of dog shit
let me tell you my friend facing mortality
doesn't make being locked inside a museum
pan out golden nuggets nobody sees us here
asking to go outside we do a little dance
still no one notices one girl got a swatter
she smacked my friend down hard immediately dead
but I keep my distance I seem to know better
yes somehow I am smart not enough to get out
but the heat outside beat us crazy to enter
endless misery known as air conditioning
however much people enjoy a cooler room
inside a museum or inside their own home
nobody understands the heat better than me
dog shit straight from the ass is perfect to lay eggs
as my babies are born outside I die in here
wondering if my choice to follow my husband
inside this museum makes sense after his death
no one clears the corpses trapped on the windowsill
despite the brevity of my life if I go
outside my life begins again otherwise death
whimpers like a puppy for my eternal soul
painless misery comes with the cold no one sees
ask and you shall receive they say time and again
nobody ever cares to clear the windowsill
even if I die here who will care for my corpse
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