I used to be a son of a bitch,
but my mother's quit working.
She said she couldn't get a lover,
but they won't love you more because now you'll make it for free.
She went home and never let me come in.
The winter is longer outside.
There was a spider in the basement.
There I learned to see what I just want to see.
And in the middle of the night
I joined my hands, no matter why.
And in the middle of the night you may see me giving birth.
You may see me giving birth.
My babies were all born dead
'cause I have made them all alone.
But I have given each one of them a grave
behind a see saw,
in front of a cherry tree.
And in the middle of the night
I joined my hands, no matter why.
And in the middle of the night you may see me giving birth.
You may see me giving birth.
You may see me giving birth.