Limbo - Throwing Muses

Nice limbo you have here

Nice limbo you have here

Nice feel you have on

Baby go back to your womb

Baby go back to your womb

You grow the apples around me

I’ll spit the seeds in your grave

Bead me a necklace

A decade I’ll wait

Picture this gun

I’m tired of crying

I’m gonna run

I swear you

Move you

To my pores

I’m not gonna cry anymore

Dead is next door