Zita Swoon - Stamania
I argued with a wounded man He saying so And me saying: "Oh man, Why can't the beer in my glass Stop to fizz The insane hiss" He said: "Drink up boy, It takes a whole lot a lot When you're up to your neck in this" Now there are demons all around me Saying I should get a taste of What freedom really is And that I shouldn't resist The wealth Of this oblivion I used to play with toyguns and toyknives But my daddy He never thought me how to kill He told me how to take the blame But my daddy He didn't teach me how to kill I was told to be discreet And to be able to take an insult But I was so discreet Nobody noticed me momma I was told to fear And fear alone Would help me what to choose I dreamed myself to solitude And I left behind my family and my kin I pack my bags And I go slide back to my mother To hide in her shack From this a Fighting and fussin' I was raised on meat and alcohol It don't do any good at all I went clips Eclipse But I ain't did no I ain't had no I ain't coming back It's amazing how only a little faith Can point someone in one peculiar direction But how much it takes for people to admit They were wrong And to renegotiate their intentions Or how quickly they irritate If you only mention That only 2-3-5 changes To their daily ways Could make a whole lotta difference In the chain of days In time and space I hope I won't get busted Cause I done no wrong But of course You never know What change might come In morality Or economy Ecology Sexuality Or any
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