A cold and lonely in an old New York hotel A stranger to a city she used to know so well Bathing in a bathroom that is in the first blue light Of the beginning of a at the end of an endless night
she is wet behind the ears and wafting down the avenue Pre-rush hour, shower seeping upwards like steam From another molten summer in New York
They've spraying us With in our sleep 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 the truth is at
And everything seems to gone terribly wrong that can But one at a time is an acceptable plan 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 her burden lifted She's full of clean wind for one moment And she's trapped again
Reverted, caged and no way to get free And getting plenty of little kisses But nobody's her the key
Her whole life is a list of what ifs And she doesn't even where to begin And the of suffering therein Rivals
TV is, all, the modern day roman coliseum Human as mass entertainment And now sit jeering collectively cheering The bloodthirsty hierarchy of the arrangement
She is a cab She is sailing down the She's 19 on 30
Or maybe she's 30 now It's to say It's hard to keep up with time it's on its way
And, you know, she had much of a chance into a family built like an avalanche And somewhere in the 80's the Oat Bran 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 red light 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 done for, you're done for good So tell me did Did you do, did you do all you