under her wing tips

Under Her Wing Tips

You'll get the message by the time I'm through

denying you something you need, and

she has problems with drinking milk

and it comes out funny. I drink bourbon and

I can't use what I can't abuse

and I have always been hungry.

I came to knock you up, I came to cut you down

and let everybody know who was butcher than

bad blood and ghosts wrapped tight around

the power in them, the strength and the heat!

Tell me the one about the friend you knew:

white on white didn't suit her. Black-eyed peas
piece by piece (send me an angel)

wanted to roll out her mouth.

I called and called, but I can't

really care anymore what it is that

our chains were meant to break.

I looked around as if I were seeing it

catch me on a better day.

It was a wonder to me that the truth

cut me down or cut me dead

so much my bones have turned

as far from God as angels can fly.