Whole life was how she remembered it
She had a mouth full of fur
She parked her hearse across
Three spaces posted motorcycles only
Wha the cus could make a nice girl like us
In a faucet left dripping
With an incessant sadness
Like a sad record skipping
Lurking like a troll under the bridge
Between your heart and your head
Please dumb blind kind sir
Lend little miss listless a little bit of Christmas
She's been a real good girl
The world is so little and still
Mysterious and ominous as ever before
Like an unmarked bottle of pills
On the shelf right next to the thing
Swing the groove 'round here
When I get my ass back on track
Swing shift til I get the money
To buy me and my baby a moon full of honey
Then I'm gonna turn off the nagging voices
That follow me to bed and say
If you dig it on the sound
No walls up, break it down
Happiness spread it all around
Racism stomp it in the ground
So if you dig it on the sound
No walls up, break it down
Ignorance stomp it in the ground
Happiness spread it all around
Check, who said folk and hip-hop can't latch
Put us together on the stage and light a match
Kaboom, guess who stepped in the room
Sweeping you off your feet like we had a broom
With Ani Difranco and Maceo
Add a little freestyle flow and who knows
Put a little scratchin' into the mix
And it's enough to get you high if you need a fix
So, if you dig it on the sound
No walls up, break it down
Ignorance stomp it in the ground
Break it down