Emancipated minor Well directed, brilliantly casted Riding a Greyhound down to the city With her fake I.D. and a hell of a little hand basket Little
Hey little bag of sugar floating in your biosphere Summon the courage to put down your landing gear And come out here 'Cause I am as exhausted as a drowning
Lately I've been glaring into mirrors picking myself apart You'd think at my age I'd thought of something better to do Than making insecurity into a full
I could sing you 'round a pole I could talk you up a tree But when it comes to what really matters You are way more clever than me I know I wanted to
I will not stand immersed In this ultra violent curse I won't let you make a tool of me I will keep my mind and body free Bye, bye, minutiae Of the day
The glory of the atom begs a reverent word The primary design of the whole universe Yeah, let us sing its praises, let us bow our heads in prayer At the
I'll tell you what there is plenty wrong with me But I fixed up a few old buildings and I planted a few trees And children seem to like me and animals
I don't mind waiting in line, no, no I don't mind if the bills pile up and the work is slow I don't mind the gas or the groceries or the grind Long as
And we vowed to allow each perfection that we could be And the Goddess sent word that this would be a red letter year They didn't mention how much shit
Love gets started and next thing you know It leaves everything else behind Love sets fire to your schedule And then calls an end to time And love ain
A throat with a heart in it stuck in traffic A ticket and a mind to fly, an alarm clock still drunk and high Sanity painted her mask on all the way across
