Из альбома: Little Earthquakes
Every finger in the room is pointing at me,
I wanna spit in their faces,
Then I get afraid of what that could bring.
I got a boling ball In My Stomach,
I got a desert in my mouth.
Figures that my courage
would choose to sell out now.
I've been looking for a saviour in these dirty streets,
Looking for a saviour beneath these dirty sheets,
I've been raising up my hands drive another nail in
Just what God needs one more victim .
Why do we crucify ourselves
Everyday I crucify myself
Nothing I do is good enough for you
I crucify myself
Everyday I crucify mysel.
And my heart is sick of being,
I said my heart is sick of being in chains.
Got a kick for a dog beggin' for love
I gotta have my suffering so that I can have my cross
I know a cat named Easter he says "Will you ever learn"
You're just an empty cage girl if you killl the bird.
I've been looking for a saviour in these dirty streets,
Looking for a saviour beneath these dirty sheets,
I've been raising up my hands drive another nail in
Got enough guilt to start my own religion.
Why do we crucify ourselves
Everyday I crucify myself
Nothing I do is good enough for you
I crucify myself
Everyday I crucify mysel.
And my heart is sick of being,
I said my heart is sick of being in chains.
Please be
Save me
I cry.