Éamon Boylan - The Body Fills Lyrics

And I, her big sister, I make enough for the room to eat
Enough room to eat

My aunt never ate much
I

Little Sister never eats much. I. It's easier than you might think

But I have so much room to eat. I do I
My body fills with bread

I sift the flour

The crust is warm and soft

I'll bake one hour!
I bake bread for my boys
They look so thin
They're like two piles of bones who sit in skin

And I remember
My duty is to fill
And I remember they'll never eat until
They eat of me
They'll eat of me
The meat on me

My body fills!
My body!

Take, eat of me!
Mothers are made for feeding
We fill, we fill, we fill until we

My father comes for bread!

Go wash your hands

She always serves him first

I'll feed my man!
And while I wait to serve, he holds me hard
If I don't feed him now he'll break my arm

The man's a doctor, the man needs to eat
He needs he drinks he f*cks he eats it all
The bread can never sate him- no more bread!
I wish that I could cook meat for him instead

The meat would fill him, make him whole, give him a body

But where's the meat today?
I think he knows and he knows it well

My family starves for meat, the bread bakes still
I hear my mother say
"We feed and fill"

So I remember the meat that hangs on me
And I remember the meat hangs on me; it hangs on me, meat hangs on me!
The meat... you'll eat of me