Swing

She came to and her Whole life was how she remembered it She had a mouth full of fur And she was laughing She parked her hearse Across three spaces posted for motorcycles only And jumped out, shouting "What the cus could make a nice girl Like us feel so lonely?" Are you weary as water In a faucet left dripping With an incessant sadness Like a sad record skipping And an ugly and ornery And shadowy dread Lurking like a troll under the bridge Between your heart and your head Please dumb blind kind sir Lend little miss listless a bit of Christmas She's been a real good girl But now she's stuck here The world is so little and still Mysterious and ominous as ever before Like an unmarked bottle full of pills On the shelf right next to the ting You were reaching for Swing the groove 'round here Where I can reach it When I get my a*s back on track I'm gonna need it Swing shift 'til I get the money To buy me and my baby a moon full of honey Then I'm gonna turn the nagging voices Inside my head That follow me to bed and say You s*ck, blah, blah, blah