Bare***** Ladies - Stomach Vs. Heart Lyrics
Words & Music by Steven Page & Ed Robertsonin through my veins, without brains,I involuntarily take what I need, then I bleedand it comes right back to me.But guts only eat and sometimesthey repeat on you.Keeping you on your toes or crouched above the loo.That's what you get when you confuse your stomach with your heart.That's what you get when you confuse your stomach with your heart.Blood turns from blue into red'cause of oxygen that it's fedand I turn back to blue,'cause I'm losing you,but tummy just growlsnot real words, mostly vowelsand I always forget sometimes YGratification can cause constipationif organs are left to die.That's what you get when you confuse your stomach with your heart.That's what you get when you confuse your stomach with your heart.I gained all this weight out of love, not hateI've got so much love to give (give me a break!)I'd love to sleep in late, but that dessert looks great.Was it something I said or was it some I ate?Heart beats in sync, beat in time,beat in bodies likes hers and mine,But I fed only one, and look what it's done;I've run out of blood and I'm chewing my cud andmy gastrointestinal festival's best of allThe cardiovascular questions they ask you areLess than the answers they give you like cancer andThat's what you get when you confuse your stomach with your heart.That's what you get when you confuse your stomach with your heart.Straw Hat and Old Dirty HankWords & Music by Steven Page & Ed RobertsonI tend the wheat field that makes your bread.I bind the sweet veal, pluck the hens that make your bed.Mother Nature & Mother EarthAre two of three women who dictate what I'm worthChorus:I'm the farmer.I work in the fields all day.Don't mean to alarm her,But I know it was meant to be this way.You cried a tear, I wiped it dryI put you up upon a pedestal so highif you should waiver, if you should swayI'd catch you, spread my tiny wings and fly away.You signed your picture with an O and XI bet you don't write 'love' each time you sign your cheques.ChorusAll of this corn I grow I grow it all for youI took a hatchet to the radio I did it all for youYou could have written back,You could have said 'Thank you'I guess you've got better things,better things to do.You say you love me, is that the truth?Although they've heard the songs, my friends want living proof.I know your address, I ring the bellI bring you flowers and a .22 with shells.I'm the farmerI work in the fields all dayNever wanted to harm herBut I know it was meant to be this way.
