And we can run, from the backdrop of these gears and scalpels At every hour goes the tick-tock bang of monitors as They stared us down when we met in the emergency room And in our beds, I could hear you breathe with help from cold machines Every hour, on

She will be your living end She'll come, she'll go She'll lay belief on you And when the clothes are strewn Don't be afraid of the room Touch the fullness of her breast Feel the love of her caress Skin sweet with musky odor The lady from another grinning

Does it hurt Every time you walk in a room Does it feel like work Keepin' them country boys off of you Tell me, tell me Are you tired of runnin' Through my mind's Poor boy neighborhood All, tell me does it hurt

And the wind cries Mary. After all the jacks are in their boxes, And the clowns have all gone to bed, You can hear happiness staggering on down the street, Footprints dress in red. And the wind whispers Mary. A broom is drearily sweeping Up the broken

Green Lamborghini, paper tags (skrt) Ridin' through the city, thirty mags (brrt, bow) Niggas snitchin', they the police with no badge (woo, woo, woo) So when I blew up I put her in a pad (mansion) I like to throw up when I think about the crash (ugh,

Does it hurt Every time you walk in a room Does it feel like work Keepin' them country boys off of you Tell me, tell me Are you tired of runnin' Through my mind's Poor boy neighborhood All, tell me does it hurt

There is a train that's heading straight To heaven's gate, to heaven's gate And woman wait, watch and wait For redemption day I've wept for those who suffer long But how I weep for those who've gone Into rooms of grief and questioned wrong But keep on

And I don't know about tomorrow And the memory of a day like today Can get you through the rest of your life Bring on tomorrow (I've got today) When I am sitting in traffic some afternoon Or bored to death in some waiting room I am gonna close my eyes

Don't call me daughter, not fit to The picture kept will remind me Don't call me The shades go down Alone, listless Breakfast table in an otherwise empty room Young girl, violence Center of her own attention The mother reads aloud, child tries to

Whippoorwills call, evenin' is nigh Hurry to my Blue Heaven Turn to the right, there's a little white light Will lead you to my Blue Heaven You'll see a smilin' face, a fireplace, a cozy room Little nest that nestles where the roses bloom Molly and me,