Lying slackjawed on my back And the words spit out like puzzles As she tries to fill the gap But my lover's not my mother and the hands that wipe my ass are the hands that once caressed me I don't want them to detest me I will not burden those I love I will not be a spoon fed bird Or beg for mercy from above Oh let my cord become unplugged The man from Holland left the room But he never left his bed On his birthday, after brandy He chose angel choirs instead The first one was for sleeping The next one took his breath His wife left his bedside to reflect In a rocking chair with a cigarette and I will not burden those I love I will not be a spoon fed bird or beg for mercy from above oh let my cord become unplugged - Kelly/Mann - (Spirit of the West) |
(I don't mean that in a snotty way. I'm just curious.) |
Daddy got a stinky finger In those days of long ago She'd complain He'd refrain He'd go home and hone his bone |
I think the main thing is that of all the people I listen to, Spirit of the West seem to ME to have the most profound lyrics. Others may disagree, but that's my opinion. I like to share the things that are important to me. |