Wooden Wand - Ms Mowse Lyrics

You tell me you’ve met me, but I don’t recall
Was I having a hard time or having a ball?
Drenched in my own indecision or the first one in the brawl?
My soul dancing with abandon or chained to the wall?

I can see the arc of the rainbow, but I don’t know which side I’ll find you on
If I go from one end to the other by then you’re likely to be gone
I must have left you in a suitcase or in a jacket I had to pawn
The personnel does not matter as long as the blood is drawn

There’s a barrio east of st louis where the women pulls guns on the men
All the trannies in DC know judo; don’t you dare snicker at them!
This photograph looks like a commemorative plate of the last night you and I spent
I wouldn’t have believed it, but it's all there in the fishbowl mirror lens

Give me the wife of a cripple, the mother of an idiot son
Give me unyielding compassion from she who won’t turn and run
Send me your benevolent angels, I’ll make whores of them one by one!
Send word to the others: there is much work to be done