Pink Triangle from Wives by Wives
Tracklist
| 4. | Pink Triangle | 3:58 |
Lyrics
Get your eyes off of me, I don’t want you to see
You try and try again, you gave it and lost
We want your money, we want your looks
You’ve read through all of F. Scott Fitzgerald’s books
There is no farmer’s daughter, there is no well of water
Just slow your roll, move my soul
The young turks, the dead lovers
Soulless villains, thieves and robbers
Try to find the meaning of success
The good advice coming off the camel’s breath
Your face is old and dusty, your face is cold and rusty
Your body is tired and sleazy and wired and easy
The smooth porcelain, it now has bumps
The Virgin Mary, she’s down in the dumps
Get the kids, get the car, keep plain Jane out in the barn
Count my sheep, check my bags, hide your face, wave your flags
All washed up along the shore, an Egyptian’s tomb, a pharaoh’s whore
You can bite my dust, I can’t use what I can’t trust
Don’t ever promise, don’t ever swear
Don’t work hard and don’t ever fail
Make it your life and make it stick
Make it your lover, make it magic
She puts air in a fat, cold wheel
