How the prayer rubs the rosary
How the make-up makes her face pretty
Oh how we have an underbelly
Bitten by brutality
How there's guts fried up
How lothario leers at slut

Oh how we have an underbelly
Bitten by brutality
And how in our first and last years
We are the most needy, least greedy
Most grateful, least hateful
How we die as deeply doe-eyed as we start