Giant Sand Live To Tell
Anyone can become a lawyer
If they pass the bar,
Incoming swells of soft paranoia
only lets you dream that far.
Marjorie and Lou-Ellen the lost,
Were marjonal as well
They've added up and
deducted their losses
Earned the rights to kill and tell.
Look at you now.
Mother Martha and Sonya-the-trip,
Guard their histories well
They're trading up from Halstons to
Harleys. . . Chanel to a
burning leather smell.
Listen up if you can hear me,
There ain't No point to dwell
If I still stand where the earth
tried to swallow, I hope you
wait for me to live to tell.
Look at you now.
All done up and set to dismember,
Severe nostalgia and upset to remember. . .
This brilliant mess,
This complex entangle
Livin' to tell, livin' to tell,
Livin' to tell.
