A cold and porcelain in an old New York hotel A stranger to a that she used to know so well Bathing in a that is bathed in the first blue light Of the beginning of a at the end of an endless night
Then she is wet the ears and wafting down the avenue hour, post-rain shower Stillness upwards like steam From another molten sewer in New York
been spraying us With chemicals in our Us, about the mosquitoes Having some of disease Them, me
CIA play if you ask the guy Selling dryers out of a gym bag Chemical
"I'm telling you, lab rat to lab rat", he "That's the truth is at" where the truth is at That's the truth is at
And everything seems to gone terribly wrong that can But one breath at a time is an acceptable She tells and the air is still there And this morning it's even
And for a second the is unbelievable And she's a sack of flour sifted her burden lifted She's full of clean wind for one moment And then she's trapped
Reverted, caged and With no way to get And she's getting plenty of little But slippin' her the key
Her whole is a long list of what ifs And she doesn't even know where to And the pageantry of suffering television
TV is, after all, the day roman coliseum Human devastation as entertainment And now sit jeering collectively cheering The bloodthirsty of the patriarchal arrangement
She is a cab She is down the avenue 19 going on 30
Or she's really 30 now It's to say It's hard to keep up with once it's on its way
And, you know, she never had of a chance Born into a family built an avalanche And somewhere in the 80's between the Oat and the Ozone 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 face twisted and listing down the canvas Of the end of an night
10, 9, 8, 7, 6, 5, 4, 3, 2, 1 And Kerplooey you're You're done for, done for good So me did you? Did you do, did you do all you