Tell Me It Ain't Bull

Wishin' on a flower.

Blow it all away.

Princess in a tower.

Prince so far away.

Woman in a wish bottle.

Man rubs his woes away.

Tell it ain't bullshit.

How they treat us in this way?

I SAID TELL ME IT AIN'T BULLSHIT?

I SAID TELL ME IT AIN'T BULL?

I SAID TELL ME IT AIN'T BULSHIIT?

I SAID TELL ME IT AIN'T BULL?

They say whose my little princess.

Then leave you there all day.

They whose my tiny kingdom, then wipe your tears away.

They feed you lies and it is poison, that looks like candy pops

You eat it up like you are starving, and wonder why you drop..

You wonder why drop, drop down the stair well, tumble down the stairs, fall from the thrown, shimmy down the well, roll like Jack n Jill, into your private hell.

I SAID TELL ME IT AIN'T BULLSHIT?

They way they treat their kids.

I said tell me it ain't bullshit, the way we treat our own kin.

I said tell me it ain't..

I said tell me in ain't..

I said TELL me....

I SAID.

red velvet box.

A woman inside'a red velvet box in her mind...

With a sickle, a handgun, an idea, a loss.

She is beaten and abused, manipulated and used...

(Misunderstood by complexity of emotion and

now she'll abuse.)

She'll blot out her daughter, her husband, the dog.

Her coworker, her husband, her mother, her Gods,

the kept lawn, the green grass, the Tupperware snobs,

the stale mixers, the falsehoods, the two car garage...

Oh the misery within the tangled human vine,

She will stay inside a red velvet box in her mind...

With a sickle, a handgun, an idea, in due time..

The burden will be lifted and freedom she will find:

just as, just when..

Her wrists spill crimson wine..