Beyond the Backyard
Quelle: Spotify
She loves to write in ways that no one understands
That's pure smartness on her part
She tells it how it really is
And not just the way she sees it
And it's only when she's caught off guard she'll cry
And it's only on the telephone when you can't see her eyes
The inheritance encrusting her skin is pilling her down
I'd jump in to save her but I'm only just learning to swim myself.
chorus
Steal away, steal away to America,
Steal all you can from the unsuspecting.
Lay down to rest all your ghosts in America,
Take up the new true blue you.
She is calm and always in possession,
She stalks her prey with lavish strides
She'll wander far beyond her daddy's backyard,
It's a sleepy playing place where they bury the self-satisfied while they're still alive.
And it's where she used to fancy the Catholic boys on the bus
But it's hard to slip past the priests and disregard years of "them and us"
In the corridor she hangs on the wall demanding her space,
Face crushed with a paintbrush in a too small screen
But isn't that the way it's always been
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She scorches up and down the sidewalks
With bladed feet and black leather limbs
She'll dig the graves and shovel up the starving
She's still clawing after clues
Then she'll find a way to fight it
And I'll see her on the news
And it's only when she's caught off guard she'll cry
And it's only on the telephone when you can't see her eyes
(chorus)
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