Lyrics to Swing

She came to and her

Whole life was how she remembered it

She had a mouth full of fur

And she was laughing



She parked her hearse

Across three spaces posted for motorcycles only

And jumped out, shouting

"What the cus could make a nice girl

Like us feel so lonely?"



Are you weary as water

In a faucet left dripping

With an incessant sadness

Like a sad record skipping



And an ugly and ornery

And shadowy dread

Lurking like a troll under the bridge

Between your heart and your head



Please dumb blind kind sir

Lend little miss listless a bit of Christmas

She's been a real good girl

But now she's stuck here



The world is so little and still

Mysterious and ominous as ever before

Like an unmarked bottle full of pills

On the shelf right next to the ting

You were reaching for



Swing the groove 'round here

Where I can reach it

When I get my ass back on track

I'm gonna need it



Swing shift 'til I get the money

To buy me and my baby a moon full of honey

Then I'm gonna turn the nagging voices

Inside my head



That follow me to bed and say

You suck, blah, blah, blah