Prime Time Deliverance
The red red lips
of some secret solution
the central intelligence agency
has a file that's a mile longer than peace
She's naked on the phone
watching them back
No eyes just their stupid grins
They long to be liberal mannequins
and in their tiny room
they eat chinese food
and they don't call their wives
cause the girl in the window
is pressing her breasts up against the window pane
and the guy they're after
on the floor below her is
cutting cocaine higher than the building
A one way trip who ever thought she'd
miss the ins and outs of oxygen
the darkest side of the biggest god damn ride
you've ever been on
Her mother loves the show even though
she never gets the answers right
it's easier to play along sometimes
More than being wrong they found her
in her room wearing a pink bunny suit
in sour cherry lipstick hanging from
the closet door
Her eyes were wide
maybe to despise
maybe just to look
into your headlight morning glow
and this is it
this is prime time deliverance
that you have and you hold
if you have then you hold
and she says the best thing you can do
is hang around a while