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Crowell Rodney

The rock of my soul went to church on Sunday The rock of my soul went to work on Monday Clean across the levy by the railroad tracks The other side of

I don't like humus, I hate long lines Nosy neighbors and the nation blind Chirpy news anchors alter my mood I'm offended by buss words like awesome men

Daddy bought you like a toy Mama taught you to be coy Make your bed down in the dirt Bow your head, lift your skirt From your lips to my ears All down

Time is jammed and flying fast Breaks the bed and the pots hold rough I'm out here running from the past What we had was not enough And she just touched

So much beauty, abs and tush Swoop down on you like a burnin' bush Pop religion bullwhip thin Says you ain't nothing but the shape you're in Come on now

If I could have just one wish Maybe for an hour I wanna be a woman And feel that phantom power Maybe I'd wanna stick around for a while Until my heart

The New York City winter comes in cold gray sheets of steel The numbness in his hands and feet is all that he can feel Alcohol and sterno turns a doorway

You don't have to be rich I don't have to be drunk in a ditch You don't have to be the top of your class I don't have to have wavers of brass You don

The last time I saw Jesse The moon was a-hangin' low And she was standin' on the front porch With her hair tied in a bow The sweetest sound I've ever