Stamina

Zita Swoon

I argued with a wounded man 
He saying so 
And me saying: "Oh man, 
Why can't the beer in my glass 
Stop to fizz 
The insane hiss" 
He said: 
"Drink up boy, 
It takes a whole lot a lot 
when you're up to your neck in this" 
Now there are demons all around me 
Saying I should get a taste of 
what freedom really is 
And that I shouldn't resist 
The wealth 
Of this oblivion 

I used to play with toyguns and toyknives 
But my daddy 
He never thought me how to kill 
He told me how to take the blame 
But my daddy 
He didn't teach me how to kill 
I was told to be discreet 
And to be able to take an insult 
But I was so discreet 
nobody noticed me momma 

I was told to fear 
And fear alone 
Would help me what to choose 
I dreamed myself to solitude 
And I left behind my family and my kin 

I pack my bags 
And I go slide back to my mother 
To hide in her shack 
From this a 
Fighting and fussin' 

I was raised on meat and alcohol 
It don't do any good at all 
I went clips 
Eclipse 
But I ain't did no 
I ain't had no 
I ain't coming back 

It's amazing how only a little faith 
Can point someone in one peculiar direction 
But how much it takes for people to admit 
They were wrong 
And to renegotiate their intentions 
Or how quickly they irritate 
If you only mention 
That only 2-3-5 changes 
To their daily ways 
Could make a whole lotta difference 
In the chain of days 
In time and space 

I hope I won't get busted 
Cause I done no wrong 
But of course 
You never know 
What change might come 
In morality 
Or economy 
Ecology 
Sexuality 
Or any other matter 
On the one hand 
Or on the other hand 
In my land 
Or your land 
Makes me understand 
That nobody really knows 
Which way things go 
And that even the river must flow 
Upstream sometimes 
Consumption beep-beep watusi!
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