A and porcelain lonely in an old New York hotel A stranger to a city that she to know so well Bathing in a bathroom that is bathed in the blue light Of the beginning of a century at the end of an endless
Then she is wet the ears and wafting down the avenue hour, post-rain shower Stillness seeping like steam From molten sewer summer in New York
They've spraying us With in our sleep Us, Something the mosquitoes Having some kind of Them, me
CIA play if you ask the guy Selling dryers out of a gym bag Chemical
"I'm you, lab rat to lab rat", he says "That's where the is at" That's where the is at That's where the is at
And everything seems to have terribly wrong that can But one breath at a time is an acceptable She tells herself and the air is still And this it's even breathable
And for a the relief is unbelievable And she's a heavy sack of flour sifted her burden She's full of clean for one lean moment And she's trapped again
Reverted, and contorted With no way to get And she's plenty of little kisses But nobody's her the key
Her whole life is a long list of ifs And she even know where to begin And the pageantry of therein Rivals
TV is, after all, the day roman coliseum Human devastation as mass And now millions sit jeering cheering The bloodthirsty of the patriarchal arrangement
She is a cab She is down the avenue 19 going on 30
Or maybe she's 30 now hard to say It's hard to keep up with time it's on its way
And, you know, she had much of a chance Born a family built like an avalanche And somewhere in the 80's between the Oat and the Ozone She started to out things like why
One eye pointed upwards looking for the in the sky One eye on the little flashing red A Picasso face and listing down the canvas Of the end of an endless
10, 9, 8, 7, 6, 5, 4, 3, 2, 1 And Kerplooey done You're for, you're done for good So tell me did Did you do, did you do all you