A cold and lonely in an old New York hotel A stranger to a city that she used to know so Bathing in a bathroom that is bathed in the first light Of the beginning of a century at the end of an endless
she is wet behind the ears and wafting down the avenue Pre-rush hour, shower Stillness upwards like steam From another sewer summer in New York
been spraying us With chemicals in our Us, Something the mosquitoes Having some kind of Them, me
CIA foul if you ask the guy Selling dryers out of a gym bag warfare
"I'm telling you, lab rat to lab rat", he "That's where the is at" where the truth is at That's where the is at
And everything seems to have terribly wrong that can But one breath at a is an acceptable plan She tells herself and the air is still And morning it's even breathable
And for a the relief is unbelievable And she's a heavy sack of flour sifted her lifted She's full of clean wind for one moment And she's trapped again
Reverted, and contorted 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 where to And the of suffering therein television
TV is, after all, the day roman coliseum Human as mass entertainment And now sit jeering collectively cheering The bloodthirsty hierarchy of the patriarchal
She is a cab She is down the avenue She's 19 on 30
Or she's really 30 now hard to say It's hard to keep up with once it's on its way
And, you know, she never had much of a Born into a family built like an And somewhere in the 80's between the Oat Bran and the She started to figure out like why
One eye pointed upwards looking for the in the sky One eye on the flashing red light A Picasso twisted and listing down the canvas Of the end of an endless
10, 9, 8, 7, 6, 5, 4, 3, 2, 1 And you're done done for, you're done for good So me did you? Did you do, did you do all you