Will be yours for the taking My sweet revenge It's in the making baby Poisoning a drink, bleeding in a sink Choking with a link, killing with a stink Just your mother's, ho Burning up, my sweet Clementine I saw her laugh

I don't know why they say grown men don't cry I pulled into the shopping center And saw a little boy wrapped around the legs of his mother Like ice cream melting, they embraced Years of bad decisions running down her face All morning I'd been thinking my

And I saw God cry in the reflection of my enemies And all the lovers with no time for me And all of the mothers raise their babies To stay away from me How cruel is the golden rule When the lives we lived are only golden-plated? And I knew that the

She was born in New Orleans New Orleans, Louisiana Branded with the name Lisa Sawyer Grandmother was Indian Her mother's name was Eartha Swift as the wind Fierce as fire

I don't want to know Go Go Go Go Are we all victims of opportunity? locked outside the door back in '83 I heard the angry voice of the man inside And saw the look of fear in my mother's eyes Mom get in the car and let's drive away She said I'm sorry Mark

Fly closer to heaven and far from hell Fly so put your wings up, put your wings up Mother said don't pack your bags We ain't got no time for that I saw signs on the video I saw signs looking back but you never know Said the sharp bulbs long lines The

Felt like somebody lied When I saw him go down I had to hold my breath till the coast was clear Just to stop the tears Looking out the window out on the street I don't know what happened, I'm out on my feet I hear my mother calling my name I still come