she dances to imitation elvis
with the toy cowboy guns blazing
from their sunflower and daisy barrels
fuzzy kittens are hunters in the jungle
of laundry-land
she a sorceress retro-edition neo glam girl
and she might have a moment for your version
long as the colors dont clash
shes a horse girl in a slack jaw rabbit world

i thought to spare you
i thought that you would break under the burden

they led the weak ones to slaughter
and she was in her coloring books
the blood washed up on the tiles like a tide
and she wished so hard not to see
that it was just a dream
she is no weak child
she could hold back the mountain back
but her tears break on this blade of sunlight like
a thousand voices wailing in pain

i cannot bear to see you this way
wrapped in rags in the fashion capitol
shivering in the cold before a warm fire
hungry in midst of feasts
rise up woman
rise up and take your wrath
take your children under your protection
take me home to the river road
where i was happy in your arms

she dances with imitation elvis
with the toy cowboy guns blazing
from their sunflower and daisy barrels