March 25, 1998

Lyrics
Do your interpretation of the course of events That swings my life from the outside of the fence I got in a fight at the Team Dresch show and Always fighting, me, it came off macho And I am a lion roaring out loud In my dreams I'm angry But I never touch the ground I feel like I'm flying somewhere underneath the sheets I took your bracelet from the bathroom I've had it ever since we met Check your lipstick in the mirror Sway and swing your hips Head out to the new bad things show At the end of Burnside At the, oh hell used to be the x-ray Not all that familiar The history of this town Only been here for a short while But you knew it Say you're sick of all the narrow eyes And all the lies and the actors Feeding on our hearts We'll bleed this one dry Don't talk, don't lie Everyone is on call for a job that they hate Check the mirror, check the bathroom Check the toilet, sweep me up with broom Broom that you made yourself From the hangers from the closet down He was asking for it but you knew it
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