Lyrics Dirty Projectors

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