Wings Lyrics - Hawkwind

One for the innocence, three for the truth 

twenty years to late to love me 

in the dark on my own, I'm not alone 

still too blind to see 

on phantom shoulders i cannot lean 

watch the waning moon soon unseen 

I'm not waiting for the morning 

even for the dawn 

found my wings I'm flying now 

hold the tears no cryin' now 

Boo Hoo 

the scapegoat has died 

she lives on in my memory 

as the part i left behind 

so tired of these songs they inspire 

drying my tears at that fire 

all these years here's what I learned never let them stir 

the ashes embers of my fears 

turnin' on me at the edge, where 

blame the victim plays the game 

selfishly unsane 

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time after time, it ain't complex 

let me lay it out real plain 

why i'm vexed first, i had sex 

before gettin' married to them I was a whore. for 

a year i was ignored. next, 

after i professed having been molested 

got mean stares for the next three years 

blamed, for the drama in our family affairs 

laughed n' called me selfish, was cryin' on the floor 

bangin' my head on the fridgedaire door, now 

someone's gettin' married and they want me to come 

so those damn photo albums won't be missin' anyone? 

I'll be there cause in fact I don't dig dramatics 

telephone games and emocrabatics 

enough with that static 3x 

I'm done 

REPEAT CHORUS 

Photos 

in fear and enraged always the outcast 

these fading remnants of my past 

the things that noone else would say 

let, sleeping dogs lie 

call the hell hounds to my side 

I wasn't born to wait to die 

to walk on tiptoes all my life 

and never wonder why 

So, friends of mine, it ain't done yet 

I've always been prone to... get upset 

even, flippin' out, when 

my damn people carry on, talkin like they care, OR 

tryin'a make a score game outta who to blame 

still ignoring the real pain 

Walk these dogs down 13th ave 

watch... all the yentas talkin trash