The nightmare days are not laughing
They are growling
Teeth like fangs
In those days like nights
No one ever showed me the true night
I never knew there could be light
I could have myself a money delight
In some big box mirage
Or some service hands
Only a real woman can
Take this mad land and make it right
I am tired of the days
Tired of their nights
And we pretend it is fine
We lie
There is no such power
That can defy capitalism and
Bad weather.
They are growling
Teeth like fangs
In those days like nights
No one ever showed me the true night
I never knew there could be light
I could have myself a money delight
In some big box mirage
Or some service hands
Only a real woman can
Take this mad land and make it right
I am tired of the days
Tired of their nights
And we pretend it is fine
We lie
There is no such power
That can defy capitalism and
Bad weather.