Huns of Doubt
These days are driving me mad
And just beyond my reach are things that I cannot grasp
These thoughts are making the grade
A "D" for delicate, but feels like average pain
These nights are keeping me up
Don't shine the light on me, you know I'm not that tough
Those words are breaking my heart
With every little breath you're taking this too far
The Huns of doubt await your fall
Keep them out
Close the gate
Can't you hear?
Keening oh the wailing
Then comes the screaming
Scrubs of all colors, pain of all kinds
Needles and gauges and button up gowns
Half of these people are waiting to die
In this horrible place where hope gently drowns
Professional smiles, professional tones
Prevention won't cut you as deep as the cure
Maybe it's better to go this alone
With your dignity left on a neighboring floor
These hallways reek of chemicals and misery
Heaped on the growing mountains of debt
Pairs well with agony, anguish, anxiety
Wilted romaine and a light vinaigrette
As you convalesce
Sunday (That Pill)
I’ll give you back the gun if you gimme me that pill
Quiet all that buzzing in my head
Thoughts are rolling by like credits on a film
Guess I’ll feel more rested when I’m dead
Bury all the trembles and the shaking and the hyperventilation
So gimme gimme gimme that pill
Chase it with some vodka when I put you in my will
All quiet now in no man’s land so run me up that hill
I’ll give you back the gun if you gimme that pill
So you think it makes me want to cry
Music sets the mood but my broken heart is numb
Guess someone will fix it when I die
Put fire to what’s left of me and feed my ashes to the trees
Heart racing through hairpins and needles
Chest tight chest tight
Sweat bullets and feeling so feeble
All right all right
Pauline ma petite pourquoi bavardes-tu?
Pour mettre des mots avec le sourire des yeux?
Pauline ma petite pourquoi chantes-tu?
Pour danser, sauter, et jouer avec des jeux?
Pauline ma petite qu'est-ce que tu aimes faire?
Gonfler des ballons qui flottent dans l'air?
Pauline ma petite qu'est-ce que tu aimes lire?
Des histoires, mystères, ou des choses qui font rire?
Pauline ma petite qui deviendra?
Quand tu auras grandit, tu resteras pour moi