Billie - Pavement

Billie and my friend the saint

You’re perfect in so many ways

But you never looked hard at a fetus in a jar

You never saw your mama change

And this wonderland of spite

Does not shine into your night

Like widows are seen as stigmatized beings

Who ought to have second chance

And hurricanes spin like debutantes in a trance

Sue the fortune-teller

Rue the rising tide

General Washington

Patented that skull, throw him out

Ship that hollandaise

Feel the heart fell of touche

See the longer you tease, the stronger the needs

The highs and the fruit are long

Up to the one a kid

Call the bluff when the money’s in

You’re a hungry matron and you are just what I need

I was tired of the best years of my life

Sue the fortune-teller

Rue the rising tide

General Washington

Patented that skull, throw him out