04-13-2013, 12:04 AM
The Sky Don't Cry For Me, It Cries For the Insurance Salesman You Living With, 'Cause He's Bald
I can't get no kind of break in this man's world,
my drinking water got AIDS in it,
and I been locked up in this House of Sorrow so long
I drink AIDS like wine, and wine like water.
I had a girl with two smooth legs, like to swing outside.
I had a real good-looking girl with long dark hair,
like to swing on that swing with me down that there
old dirt road.
But they done built a house down there,
and put that swing
up in they Posted No Trespassing lawn.
My shoes all fall apart,
my feet got holes from stepping on too many fighters.
My feet, they all full of holes,
from standing up on top too many
no business born, rat-soup eating sons of no-count fighters.
But I don't fight no more, 'cause they all got AIDS in they blood,
and I got no friends
among those low down witnessing liars.
I got a note on my door,
tells her, Easter morning I be up at the old persons' house.
I got a letter I left her on my front door
says I be sitting alone, waiting for her
on Easter afternoon
in the kitchen of the old persons' home.
If she don't want to come in my kitchen now,
she can wait till we old too...
and drink my water while I mend my tired,
gushy-hearted old, can't get no kind of break
in this lopsided, wish I been born five hundred years ago
holes.
I can't get no kind of break in this man's world,
my drinking water got AIDS in it,
and I been locked up in this House of Sorrow so long
I drink AIDS like wine, and wine like water.
I had a girl with two smooth legs, like to swing outside.
I had a real good-looking girl with long dark hair,
like to swing on that swing with me down that there
old dirt road.
But they done built a house down there,
and put that swing
up in they Posted No Trespassing lawn.
My shoes all fall apart,
my feet got holes from stepping on too many fighters.
My feet, they all full of holes,
from standing up on top too many
no business born, rat-soup eating sons of no-count fighters.
But I don't fight no more, 'cause they all got AIDS in they blood,
and I got no friends
among those low down witnessing liars.
I got a note on my door,
tells her, Easter morning I be up at the old persons' house.
I got a letter I left her on my front door
says I be sitting alone, waiting for her
on Easter afternoon
in the kitchen of the old persons' home.
If she don't want to come in my kitchen now,
she can wait till we old too...
and drink my water while I mend my tired,
gushy-hearted old, can't get no kind of break
in this lopsided, wish I been born five hundred years ago
holes.
