[Verse 1] Daddy brought me back a bona fide gas mask All the way home from Desert Storm That's what I called Saudi Arabia Sand turns to glass sharp as a sultan's sword I saw the Blue Angels fly up over my head In the cinnamon glow of the dispossessed We weren't born this way
[Chorus] Shaped like clay into a confederate apotheosis And left on the dirty steps of time just like an orphan Just like an orphan Just like an orphan
[Verse 2] She drinks white wine, memento mori Riesling room temp from a coffee cup She's a waitress downtown, draped in Bedouin gown Smoking Kent cigarettes in the underground I guess she just wanted to escape all them voices It's a labyrinth of tempered devotion, a goddamn hall of mirrors Hostage to this land
[Chorus] Shaped like clay into a confederate apotheosis And left on the dirty steps of time just like an orphan Just like an orphan Just like an orphan
[Bridge] I'm writing bad checks in blue ink She wipes the counters off, leaves the dishes in the sink It smells like bleach in here, it smells like bleach in here
I'm writing bad checks in blue ink She wipes the counters off, leaves the dishes in the sink It smells like bleach in here, it smells like bleach in here
I'm writing bad checks in blue ink She wipes the counters off, leaves the dishes in the sink It smells like bleach in here, it smells like bleach in here It smells like bleach in here, it smells like bleach in here
[Outro] Daddy brought me back a bona fide gas mask All the way home from Desert StormTeksty umieszczone na naszej stronie są własnością wytwórni, wykonawców, osób mających do nich prawa.
