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If the is nearly civilized
Then I'm the faerie child
Of whom the prophets
bleed songs until the lyrics died
But I've been busy with my unborn
I him aborted songs to wrap his unformed limbs in

I'm Grace in this sin thing with my titties out prowling this tee-dot club
Eyes on a Reebok thug, looking for soft boy parts to my mattress comfy
I crush their bones into melancholy
As gifts for the brokenhearted who's stereos pump me

I'm a woman with little girl features
A Jewish cornbread macaroni pie like your Mom makes at green
I fall to pieces, Patsy Klein preacher

I'm at the hip hop show head-bopping in the
anything that'll burn
During intermission, I'm in the bathroom
Hold up in a praying in earnest for Jeff Buckley's return
heaven for you, thank heaven for you, thank heaven for you
I'm a studio rat, designer geared, kid, Hollywood brat
Bad gal, war child, bookworm, Leone activist cat
I'm a wikked gal
Who don't no back chat
it's in the dark
I might be in the now
But a fucker just moved out of Regent Park

But look into my eyes, really
I'll sing you all some civil
And take you your civil lives
And you that I'm civilized
Nearly, nearly,