Too Many Flesh Suppers Los Campesinos!

[Verse 1]
They found two dogs hung from electrical pylons
By their hind legs, just down from my road
You slit their bellies open, left the knife inside
They'd ripped off our collars, we had nowhere to hide

[Verse 2]
Do you feel the sweat drip? Wake up when your hearts skips
4:00am, you're screaming, "Mother, swear I am a good kid"
I lean across to take the wheel, walk so far, blisters form and heal
Compose a mental list of subtle ways to broach the point again

[Chorus]
Take my callous hand, sink these bloody fingers
Too many flesh suppers, too many scents linger
Take my callous hand, sink these bloody fingers
Too many flesh suppers, too many scents linger

[Verse 3]
You take the bed and I'll take the floor
I'll block the draught that comes under the door
You take the sheets and I'll wrap in clothes
I overpack to keep out the cold

[Chorus]
Take my callous hand, sink these bloody fingers
Too many flesh suppers, too many scents linger
Take my callous hand, sink these bloody fingers
Too many flesh suppers, too many scents linger