Swing(Radio Set) She cam to and her Whole life was how she remembered it She had a mouth full of fur And she was laughing She parked her hearse across Three spaces posted for motorcycles only And jumped out shouting What the cus could make a nice girl like us Feel so lonely?
Are you weary as water In a faucet left dripping With an incessant sadness Like a sad record skipping And an ugly and ornery And shadowy dread Lurking like a troll under the bridge Between your heart and your head
Please dumb blind kind sir Lend little miss listless a bit of Christmas
She's been a real good girl But now she's stuck here The world is so little and still Mysterious and ominious as ever before Like an unmarked bottle full of pills On the shelf right next to the ting You were reaching for
Swing the groove 'round here Where I can reach it When I get my ass back on track I'm gonna need it Swing shift til I get the money To buy me and my baby a moon full of honey Then I'm gonna turn the nagging voices Inside my head That follow me to bed and say You suck.. blah blah blah