Dirty Projectors - O! You Hungering Infants

With all the ire
Of the dispossessed reclaiming
I starved you
Those hurdles are not open windows
You’ll probably kill yourself doing that
And he’s hot on tested blood
And inspires you so
Not under my roof
But not under this roof
With all the ire
Of the dispossessed reclaiming
I scold

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