Howard Lyrics - Rickie Lee Jones

The spirits of her abortion had manifested 

The spirits of all her abortions manifested 

Themselves into the furniture in the room 

There would be a chair waiting, smiling 

The pictures on the wall watched her in disbelief 

She'd go carry the garbage out to the sidewalk 

And come back in and sit with all her children 

Inanimate, petrified forever a little boy named Howard 

Everybody knows one of those guys in school 

Who kills everything he finds, every little cat 

Every mouse, every dog, likes to burn his sister with cigarettes 

Diabolical schemes, everything has been conspired, the doors wired 

That's 'cause those south Americans tied him up in a chair 

He was doing that dope deal, he never got over that 

You're just made of words, you're just made of sounds