part 1: have i failed have i become unworthy what's this unwarranted distrust in my abilities have i failed stretch in progression, kill the thirst for distrust it's an abused weapon no longer secured within stable nurturing yet i stay here..
You got me down on the floor. So what'd you bring me down here for?. You got me down on the floor. So what'd you bring me down here for?. . If I was a man I'd make my move.
Riding down the city streets waiting to get down. . Want to get your favourite treat somewhere in this town.. Now we've got parking lots around. we've found a proper place.
Your private life drama. baby. leave me out -. Your private life drama. baby. leave me out -. Your private life drama. baby. leave me out -. Your private life drama.
Party girl. party girl. Sometimes she has to do what he hates to do. . Having fun with it though it's hurting you. . She loves to do what he hates to do.
I kissed the ground. I coughed it up. My lemon skin. My broken jar. I pushed her down on my way up. I saw the top. Of her head. I was tired. So I went to bed.
Started out late. In my dirty plaid coat. Watched my heel. Lift the dead satin dress. From the ground. One day I touched it with my hands. And it scattered like scared birds.
Spent my whole paycheck. On the goddamn rent. And much more I can piss and moan about. Gonna piss and moan right outta here. . Spent the whole damn day.
A pinetar rampart in that there front yard. I got ripe in a way. You see that's mine out there in one goddamn night. Half eaten half eaten. I got ripe I got ripe in a way.
My poor uncle jimmy turk. He got his house full of water and dirt. In that flood of '94 pine island bayou. Came thru his door. In that flood of '94. That devil rain began t'poor.
If you want to make some pickles. Take your time make some brine. Put all those little things you love. In vinegar and wine. It ain't Chinese algebra.
Had some mojo I don't know. Bit her hand and charged. Wipe her life source from my chin. And my red guileful grin. That belies all the fire that flies.
Tiny pieces come to me every day. Still I wait. Things are falling into place. But so much time goes to waste. . I stretch and shift. These parts won't fit.
I've never been so happy. Baby with you I'm happy. Maybe we will be together, la la la. . I've never been so happy. Maybe with you I'm happy. Maybe we should live together, la la la.
Pussywillows cattails soft wind and roses. Rain pools in the woodland water to my knees. Shivering, quivering the warm breath of spring. Pussywillows cattails, soft winds and roses.
Who are these ones who would lead us now. To the sound of a thousand guns. Storm the gates of hell itself. To the tune of a single drum. . Where are the girls of the neighborhood bars.
Turn around go back down, back the way you came. Can't you see that flash of fire ten times brighter than the day. And behold the mighty city broken in the dust again.
Poor little Allison standing in the night wind. Laughing out loud turning her face to the summer rain. . Poor little Allison never had much going. Hard to forget, always in step with the world she's in.
The dead leaves of Autumn that cling so desperately. Must fly before the cold October winds. Their simple lives is ended. Must they be born to die again.