Wings - Mad Happy

One for the innocence, three for the truth

twenty years to late to love me in the dark on my own, I’m not alone

still too blind to see

on phantom shoulders i cannot lean

watch the waning moon soon unseen

I’m not waiting for the morning

even for the dawn

found my wings I’m flying now

hold the tears no cryin’now

Boo Hoo

the scapegoat has died

she lives on in my memory

as the part i left behind

so tired of these songs they inspire

drying my tears at that fire

all these years here’s what I learned never let them stir

the ashes embers of my fears

turnin’on me at the edge, where

blame the victim plays the game

selfishly unsane

time after time, it ain’t complex

let me lay it out real plain

why i’m vexed first, i had sex

before gettin’married to them I was a whore.

for

a year i was ignored.

next,

after i professed having been molested

got mean stares for the next three years

blamed, for the drama in our family affairs

laughed n’called me selfish, was cryin’on the floor

bangin’my head on the fridgedaire door, now

someone’s gettin’married and they want me to come

so those damn photo albums won’t be missin’anyone?

I’ll be there cause in fact I don’t dig dramatics

telephone games and emocrabatics

enough with that static 3x

I’m done

REPEAT CHORUS

in fear and enraged always the outcast

these fading remnants of my past

the things that noone else would say

let, sleeping dogs lie

call the hell hounds to my side

I wasn’t born to wait to die

to walk on tiptoes all my life

and never wonder why

So, friends of mine, it ain’t done yet

I’ve always been prone to… get upset

even, flippin’out, when

my damn people carry on, talkin like they care, OR tryin’a make a score game outta who to blame

still ignoring the real pain

Walk these dogs down 13th ave

watch… all the yentas talkin trash;

that’s what they have

Skeletons in closets stinkin’up too many homes

That is why you always see my doggie diggin’bones

Narrowly avoiding being put to sleep

By, the tznius patrol crawlin’up that street

so y’all can, hang righteous, holdin out on old habits

Quotin dogmatic verse while your at it Wha’ssup that attic

Wha’ssup that static

Enough with that static

i’m done