pale purple nipples   goose pimpled   she shivers shifts from a walk to a trot   alone in the city   infested with faces   immune to new friendships   interested in places she's never seen   she says everything is grey here   and nothing is green   the girls from down the street   sixteen, seventeen years old   you can smell them getting pregnant   you can hear their rock and roll   that's america   you have to be tough   like a glad trash bag   the government's an old nag   with a good pedigree   but pedigree's don't help you and me   i see the precedent is grey here   and nothing is green   unless something unforseen happens   i'm surrounded by the haves   they say i can have some too   just because of what i do   do they think a lot   about those who have not   or does it just distract them   from what they do   most of us have grey   except for those who can pay   for green   i'm torn   i'm torn   rejecting outfits offered me   regretting things i've worn   when i was still playing roles   to fill holes   in my conception of who i am   you know, now i understand   it's not important to be defined   it's only important to use your time well   well time is something nobody can buy   and nobody can sell you   so don't let anybody tell you   they have the advantage   because all the grey people can say every day   doesn't mean anything   if your mind is green      pale purple nipples   goose pimpled   she shivers shifts from a walk to a trot   alone in the city   infested with faces   immune to new friendships   interested in places she's never seen   she says everything is grey here   otherwise i'd stay here   but i'm looking for green   just like every human being