Parenthetical Girls - Sympathy For Spastics Lyrics
Bred and wed of ruddy wretched menI bet you've got it in for themTheir crass, sun-tanned, uneducated handsYou've always found a place for themThis greedy grace that permeates girls my ageWell i'm not ashamed to sayEven on their kneesIt's the sad simple dignities that charm the pants off meBlue blood, well hung, and just a touch too youngFor all the gifts god's blessed me withShe's thick as shit and pregnant with the myth of a noble proletariatAs you take to task this great guiltless gilded classWell please don't make me laughAnd bless these men of meansWhose key bumps of ketamineStill sweep you off your feetAs we have been so we will always beAnd i gather what you think of meSo i won't defend nor condescendJust know you've got my sympathy