A cold and lonely in an old New York hotel A stranger to a city that she used to know so Bathing in a that is bathed 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, post-rain Stillness seeping upwards like From another molten summer in New York
been spraying us With in our sleep Us, Something about the Having some of disease Them, me
CIA foul if you ask the guy hair dryers out of a gym bag Chemical
"I'm you, lab rat to lab rat", he says "That's the truth is at" That's where the is at That's the truth is at
And everything to have gone terribly wrong that can But one breath at a is an acceptable plan She tells and the air is still there And this morning even breathable
And for a second the is unbelievable And she's a heavy sack of flour sifted her burden She's of clean wind for one lean moment And she's trapped again
Reverted, and contorted With no way to get And she's getting of little kisses But nobody's her the key
Her whole life is a list of what ifs And she doesn't know where to begin And the pageantry of suffering Rivals
TV is, all, the modern day roman coliseum Human as mass entertainment And now millions sit jeering collectively The hierarchy of the patriarchal arrangement
She is a cab She is sailing down the She's 19 on 30
Or maybe really 30 now It's to say It's hard to keep up time once it's on its way
And, you know, she never had of a chance into a family built like an avalanche And in the 80's between the Oat Bran and the Ozone She started to figure out like why
One eye upwards looking for the holes in the sky One eye on the little flashing red A Picasso face twisted and down the canvas Of the end of an endless
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