The Knee - Horse Feathers

With speed just run the door’s about to close

Her man just works to put his pay up his nose

There’s no baby to lay upon her chest

This man’s attached to her hip and worse her breast

About to tie a know that just won’t hold

So i’m told

Her whitest dress had worn to a gray

They lived on pennies and heels of bread everyday

About to tie a know that just won’t hold

They’re doing all the things they could

Except the few they knew that just should

As their t.V.

Would whine

They’d let the racket pass the time

Watching better lives just out of reach

As they’re forecasting grief

They’re picking pockets from a thief

While softly screaming woe is me

To my wife to be

We’ll take our time

I’ll take the knee

A better life’s within our reach

There’s no forecasting grief

Or picking pockets from a thief

Or softly screaming woe is me

There’s no babies to lay upon her chest

There’s a man attached to her hip and worse her breast