A cold and porcelain lonely in an old New hotel A stranger to a that she used to know so well Bathing in a bathroom that is bathed in the first light Of the of a century at the end of an endless night
Then she is wet the ears and wafting down the avenue hour, post-rain shower Stillness upwards like steam From another molten summer in New York
been spraying us With chemicals in our Us, Something the mosquitoes some kind of disease Them, me
CIA foul if you ask the guy hair dryers out of a gym bag Chemical
"I'm telling you, lab rat to lab rat", he "That's where the is at" That's the truth is at where the truth is at
And everything seems to have gone terribly wrong can But one at a time is an acceptable plan She tells herself and the air is still And this morning even breathable
And for a second the is unbelievable And she's a heavy sack of flour sifted her burden full of clean wind for one lean moment And then she's again
Reverted, caged and With no way to get And she's getting of little kisses But slippin' her the key
Her whole life is a long list of ifs And she doesn't even know to begin And the of suffering therein Rivals
TV is, after all, the day roman coliseum Human devastation as mass And now millions sit jeering collectively The bloodthirsty hierarchy of the arrangement
She is a cab She is down the avenue 19 going on 30
Or she's really 30 now It's to say It's hard to up with time once it's on its way
And, you know, she had much of a chance Born into a family built an avalanche And in the 80's between the Oat Bran and the Ozone She to figure out things like why
One eye pointed upwards for the holes in the sky One eye on the little flashing red A Picasso face and listing down the canvas Of the end of an night
10, 9, 8, 7, 6, 5, 4, 3, 2, 1 And Kerplooey you're You're done for, you're done for So me did you? Did you do, did you do all you