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 thing you were reaching for
Swing the groove 'round here where I can reach it
When I get my ass 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 suck, blah, blah, blah"