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Bird Of Youth
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A Boy Well Dressed
There's a cynic in the washroom Dropping hints in the basin While the mirror plays a 4-star matinee Left her minder in the booth outside Sucking whiskey off his child bride As some waitress is dropping her tray
There's a fire in her eyes tonight Entertaining a redress But his hand slaps her pie-eyed reverie Before snapping all the buttons on her dress The bareback feigns indifference A patron's spilling catcalls And she's listening through concrete walls For the protests of a single petty witness
There's a girl out there Where a woman should be Keeping still in filthy company Of a boy well-dressed but Dressed up like a man In her porcelain cell, this immaterial girl Thinks of a soft spring night when she was sure 'til the bare, bald light brought Claws across her skin
Behind closed doors the mistress Holds her own hand in a vice grip Just waiting for the next rag doll and sloppy sip She tells herself, 'I've nothing to confess' Marys crack like little misses Night's end isn't gentle kisses Just mending a tattered dress Find more lyrics at ※ Mojim.com These are not your ordinary stitches
She smelled of sleep As the sheets were torn Under this shining man in uniform Closed her eyes and thought, 'he must be asking me to dance' How do you tell the child that Her lover's a fighter Or worse, she thinks, As the hostess retires Tell a lover that she's Gonna have to fight
Nine birds dance in the driveway She counts them laying sideways A metal cot, it touched her face A thousand different ways It was then she thought, One golden shot, And this I shall replace With visions of a marching band The roses will cut up my hand And this look resting on my face Will fall down over this Broken promise land
These fighting words are craving New mouths to feed And as this pen is writing My blue face will breathe
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