A cold and porcelain in an old New York hotel A stranger to a that she used to know so well Bathing in a bathroom that is in the first blue light Of the beginning of a century at the end of an endless
Then she is wet behind the ears and down the avenue Pre-rush hour, post-rain Stillness seeping upwards steam From another molten summer in New York
been spraying us With chemicals in our Us, about the mosquitoes Having some 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 the truth is at" That's where the is at That's the truth is at
And everything seems to have gone wrong that can But one at a time is an acceptable plan She tells and the air is still there And morning it's even breathable
And for a the relief is unbelievable And she's a heavy of flour sifted her burden lifted She's full of clean wind for one lean And then she's again
Reverted, caged and no way to get free And she's getting plenty of kisses But nobody's her the key
Her whole life is a long list of ifs And she doesn't know where to begin And the pageantry of therein Rivals
TV is, after all, the modern day coliseum Human as mass entertainment And now millions sit jeering cheering The bloodthirsty hierarchy of the arrangement
She is a cab She is sailing the avenue 19 going on 30
Or maybe really 30 now hard to say It's hard to keep up with time it's on its way
And, you know, she never had much of a Born a family built like an avalanche And in the 80's between the Oat Bran and the Ozone She started to figure out things why
One eye pointed upwards looking for the in the sky One eye on the little flashing red A Picasso face twisted and listing the canvas Of the end of an endless
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