Boys Lyrics

She has them all lined up in perfect order
She's a house of bricks with boys for mortar
Filling all the cracks and the holes inside her
Sometimes I am the boy sleeping beside her

She stacks boys in the corners and boys in her pockets
There's a lock on the door but she never locks it
A cup full of secrets, she drinks it, she swallows
Any Hitler boy with his hand raised she follows