Are you hoping to get out of this mess 

truckloads of coffee, conditioned to confess 

you're a bird on a wire 

and you're wrestling 



who's dirty laundry are you turning out fresh 

little miss bossy is brimming with breast 

you're a bird on a wire 

and you're wrestling 

no station is final 



popping the pricks and the pins 

are you stopping to smell the good sins 

are you stopping to lift the good dress 



geriatric at 20 years old 

break like a matchstick as soon as you're told 

you're a bird on a wire 

and you're wrestling 

no station is final 



don't do what I do 



(you're rotting now) 

yeah whatever, she said