Kristin Hersh Rock Candy Brains
Must've been on mushrooms when you wrote that pile of junk Got rock candy brains and that head of yours Full of holes, full of holes Terry cloth's about the only comfort I'm allowed What with all the rain and this house of yours Full of holes, full of holes I'm about through being your plaything I'm about through being your gin I'm about through being your water Do you want to spend another night under the porch? We could light a candle and this rotten wood Up in flames, up in flames Your orange fingers are glowing hot I think your sneaker's on fire Up in flames, up in flames I'm about through being your plaything I'm about through being your gin I'm about through being your water One breath after lights out The rest under night's spell
