Mating Season Songtext

von Toys That Kill

ItÂ's raining, itÂ's pouring, this nightÂ's so fucking boring.
What went wrong in Â'71, shouldÂ've packed her bags instead she had a son.
ThereÂ's choices and voices, but whoÂ's gonna listen when youÂ're skipping lessons.
Chances, romances, couldÂ've been more careful calculating answers.
Winning through intimidation, mating seasonÂ's masturbation.
Go ahead give it a name, safe to fail procreation.
Trashcan full of wasted tissue, cash in on another lawsuit.
Born so simple she has thoughts too, much to young to try and fight you.
Somatic, traumatic, itÂ'll never be that tragic.
Witchcraft doesnÂ't work on me. DonÂ't mean I wonÂ't panic.
Shortchanged a mainstay, sun came out slept in that day.
Foil on the windows, blocked the hope you waited for.