Muhammad my friend. It's time to tell the world. We both know it was a girl. Back in Bethlehem. And on that fateful day. When she was crucified. She wore Shiseido red.
He's a bad man, Mister Bad Man. And she had enough of him. So the wolves try, to dry her eyes. 'Cause the bad man made her cry. . But every day I know that.
Hello, Mr. Zebra. Can I have your sweater?. 'Cause it's cold, cold, cold. In my hole, hole, hole. Ratatouille Strychnine. Sometimes she's a friend of mine.
Life lines and suicide crimes, he found me in a state. Grabbed my purse and hitched a ride with a Missus Jesus. "How you been?" I've been cruising a good invention.
Lucky me I guessed the kind of man. That you would turn out to be. Now I wish that I'd been wrong. And then I could remember to breathe. And all along the Watchtower.
Go, go, go, go now. Out of the nest, it's time. Go, go, go now. Circus girl without a safety net. Here, here now, don't cry. You raised your hand for the assignment.
Five a.m. Friday morning. Thursday night far from sleep. I'm still up and driving. Can't go home obviously. So I'll just change direction. 'Cause they'll soon know where I live.
go to bed the priests are dead. now no one can call you bad. go to bed the priests are dead. finally you're in peppermint land. . he's a merman. he doesn't need your voice.
Hey, I am not in your way. Hey, no need to push me again. I know it's your day in the sun. Last time I checked he came to light the lamp for everyone.
Hey, Missus, see, please don't jump. "Why not? Nothing is making sense any more to me. I don't know when I stopped making him smile. Now the kids see me cry all the time".
Everybody wants something from you. Everybody wants a piece of Mary. Lush valley all dressed in green. Just ripe for the picking. . God, I want to get you out of here.
Then he said, "Mom I want to forna- I mean formulate. And discover the realms of the unknown with Mary Jane. After all you'll be away for the weekend.
Take a walk down memory lane with me. Past a watermelon stand on the way. Thinking I had everything we'd need. On Martha's Foolish Ginger. . You were late, how could I forget.