From the brightest star    Comes the blackest hole    You had so much to offer    Why did you offer your soul?    I was there for you baby    When you needed my help    Would you deny for others    What you demand for yourself?       Cool down mama, cool off    Cool down mama, cool off       You speak of signs and wonders    I need something other    I would believe if I was able    But I’m waiting on the crumbs from your table       You were pretty as a picture    It was all there to see    Then your face caught up with your psychology    With a mouth full of teeth    You ate all your friends    And you broke every heart thinking every heart mends       You speak of signs and wonders    But I need something other    I would believe if I was able    But I’m waiting on the crumbs from your table       Where you live should not decide    Whether you live or whether you die    Three to a bed    Sister Ann, she said    Dignity passes by       And you speak of signs and wonders    But I need something other    I would believe if I was able    I’m waiting on the crumbs from your table