She came to and her   Whole life was how she remembered it   She had a mouth full of fur   And she was laughing      She parked her hearse   Across three spaces posted for motorcycles only   And jumped out, shouting   "What the cus could make a nice girl   Like us feel so lonely?"      Are you weary as water   In a faucet left dripping   With an incessant sadness   Like a sad record skipping      And an ugly and ornery   And shadowy dread   Lurking like a troll under the bridge   Between your heart and your head      Please dumb blind kind sir   Lend little miss listless a bit of Christmas   She's been a real good girl   But now she's stuck here      The world is so little and still   Mysterious and ominous as ever before   Like an unmarked bottle full of pills   On the shelf right next to the ting   You were reaching for      Swing the groove 'round here   Where I can reach it   When I get my ass back on track   I'm gonna need it      Swing shift 'til I get the money   To buy me and my baby a moon full of honey   Then I'm gonna turn the nagging voices   Inside my head      That follow me to bed and say   You suck, blah, blah, blah