Howard

The spirits of her abortion had manifested...

The spirits of all her abortions manifested themselves into the furniture in the room

There would be a chair waiting, smiling, the pictures on the wall watched her in disbelief

She'd go carry the garbage out to the sidewalk and come back in and sit with all her children inanimate, petrified forever

A little boy named Howard, everybody knows one of those guys in school who kills everything he finds,

Every little cat, every mouse, every dog, likes to burn his sister with cigarettes

Diabolical schemes, everything has been conspired, the doors wired

That's 'cause those south Americans tied him up in a chair,

He was doing that dope deal, he never got over that

You're just made of words, you're just made of sounds

Os espíritos do aborto dela se manifestaram...

Os espíritos de todos os abortos dela se manifestaram nos móveis da sala

Havia uma cadeira esperando, sorrindo, as fotos na parede a observavam em descrença

Ela ia levar o lixo pra calçada e voltava pra sentar com todos os seus filhos inanimados, petrificados pra sempre

Um garotinho chamado Howard, todo mundo conhece um desses caras na escola que mata tudo que encontra,

Cada gatinho, cada rato, cada cachorro, gosta de queimar a irmã com cigarros

Esquemas diabólicos, tudo foi conspirado, as portas estavam ligadas

É porque aqueles sul-americanos o amarraram numa cadeira,

Ele estava fazendo aquele negócio de droga, nunca superou isso

Você é só feito de palavras, você é só feito de sons