Mantis

From the album, 'The Unhorn EP' by Passion Party
Lyrics:
(Chorus)
I can hear those babies crying..

You’ve got to know,
I’m trying and trying!

Put the pump to the nip
My baby won’t take a sip

With my fist to the skies
I curse these fucking MAN TITS!
(End Chorus)

Why did god give men nipples?
You’d think it’d be all so simple

But I can’t get just a dribble?
What the hell is the the point
Of these over-sized pimples?

I couldn’t be any clearer than crystal
Staring in the mirror at two blank pistols

I wish they'd just blast off like missiles
There ain't no cream in this crop
So I've got ISSUES

These tweezers have the meanest crunch
I’ve even tried a penis pump

But the wells are dry
They fail to supply the nectar
Baby needs for lunch

It’s not like I need breed and such
Just want some double-D’s to touch

If God would grant my wish
I’d plant a kiss on each
And it’d mean SO MUUUCH

I’m praying like a mantis...

Shooting blanks from these
Poor excuses for “man cannons”

My seed is crying and I can’t stand it
My lady’s away, so I can’t abandon it

There’s only so much Similac in the cabinet
I tried the cat, but she ain’t havin’ it

I’m running out of options..

Should of gone with adoption
But it’s too late now

(Chorus)
I can hear those babies crying..

You’ve got to know,
I’m trying and trying!

Put the pump to the nip
My baby won’t take a sip

With my fist to the skies
I curse these fucking MAN TITS!
(End Chorus)

Let’s say that I worked for Gerber
Would you consider me a pervert?

Investing funds in research
Inventing guns that could squeeze spurts
Out of my teats with fervor

If there could only be a merger
That would help me feed and nurture

I wouldn't need a curse word
I’d put baby's thirst first
Milky-Way cradling ‘til the curds burst

Ain't nothing wrong with a little man lactation
Let’s gene splice this adaptation

I need more than a apparatus
Attached to back fasteners
To satisfy my aspirations

My emotions are all glass cased-in
A sealed bottle with an expiration

It’s my guilt-filled plan
To become 2% milkman,
The rest fascination

This may come as a shocker...

But oh, what I could do with some equal knockers
I’d be the who’s who among a group of imposters….
More famous than Jack Byrnes from Meet the Fockers

Can’t a man just have turns to feed the foster...Kid
Wasn’t planned sure, but neither was me the father

I’m not try to preach a gospel
My needs aren’t hostile
I just agree that it’s possible!

(Chorus)
I can hear those babies crying..

You’ve got to know,
I’m trying and trying!

Put the pump to the nip
My baby won’t take a sip

With my fist to the skies
I curse these fucking MAN TITS!
(End Chorus)