Kettle

Consonants don't make their own sense And vowels just tease and leave Consonants don't make their own sense And vowels just tease and The tea in my cup has boiled to evaporation I'm tired of consonants I'm choking on vowels I'm ready to make some piggies bleed I'm queer and feeling hostile toward authority You may say I'm just a girl But maybe it's a bit more complicated than that Communication is impossible But we have got to try Abolition is the only way out We must join or die Abolition is the only way out We must join or die, join or die Let's peel away letters and focus on the sounds Let's peel away sounds and focus on the feeling of a tongue against a tooth Of a tongue against a tooth The feeling is lethal Understanding each other through a dialect of our own making Our own making Understanding each other through a dialect of our own making Our own making, understanding Understanding each other through a dialect of our own making, understanding Consonants don't make their own sense And vowels just tease and leave Consonants don't make their own sense And vowels