there are no curses here
we are alone, Sloan, incognito, Guido
that girl for rent, the firmament
spread open like a fleshy fan
and my sweet know it all, he has the gall
to die and die and die and die and die and die and die
of boredom
kickin' up the red dust
pointed shoes like a Vaudeville baby
it don't matter if you can dance when you got shoes like that
those shoes'll dance for you, they'll dance you right away
your papa ain't comin' home no more
your papa ain't comin' home
so I asked for Doctor No One
with his gut bag of catfish scalers
don't do it, don't do it
don't cut me
I'm stronger than a blind man dancing wild
stronger than his heartache
your papa ain't comin' home no more
your papa ain't comin' home
I said there are no curses here
I told a lie, sly
a little fib of omission
it didn't hurt, they did their work
I was mumbling under the sedatives
don't let me feel
I don't want to feel
your papa ain't comin' home no more
your papa ain't comin' home