With My Hand on My Heart
I never gave much thought
To anything I was taught
It never made much sense to me
The why I should, the things I could
Do if I only would
Open my eyes so I’d see
But there’s just one thing that I know
It’s with me wherever I go
With my hand on my heart and my heart on my sleeve
I will never be able to live comfortably
Without knowing that you would still stand close to me
As I stumble and fall through it all
I stumble and fall though it all
Holding on to silly things
Filling all my hopes and dreams
A singular vision appears
A tiny place to call our home
A secret place of our own
Where we’ll whisper words no one else hears
But it’s just one thing that I know
It’s with me wherever I go
With my hand on my heart and my heart on my sleeve
I will never be able to live comfortably
Without knowing that you would still stand close to me
As I stumble and fall through it all
I stumble and fall though it
Holding onto you for a tether
I can almost catch my feet
Cause falling with you I have never felt better
Take my hand now it’s just you and me
With my hand on my heart and my heart on my sleeve
I will never be able to live comfortably
Without knowing that you would still stand close to me
As I stumble and fall through it all
I stumble and fall though it all (3x)
Song for the Exposed
Well sometimes, I get to thinking
I get to drinking
In the statistics of STIs
"Iiiiii"s and "Dddddd"s
Well sometimes, I get mad
Yeah it makes me sad to see
You standing with nothing on
Turns me off
So put it on you stupid fucker
Put it on or you can’t touch her
Can’t touch him
Can’t touch her or him or them or me
But just because you got it once doesn’t mean you have the right
We can make decisions night by stupid night
And just because my legs are long and you can really see ‘em
Doesn’t mean I’m waiting here for you to between ‘em
These crazy things I can get my body to do
Are feats of mine, one of a kind, and no they’re not for you
But sometime
When I decide
Tonight’s the night
Well what say you?
Got something to do?
So put it on you stupid fucker
Don’t tell me you haven’t got another
Run to the store
When I see what you’ve got you’ll leave me wanting more
Put it on you stupid fucker
Put it on or you can’t touch her
Can’t touch him
Can’t touch her or him or them or me
Peggy Sue stole the mail truck again.
She called it direct action, and then
She lost my grandpa’s medicine,
My water bill was late,
She shredded wedding invitations
And she did not hesitate.
Peggy Sue stole the mail truck again.
We didn’t know if it was crickets or tinnitus that kept her up at night.
But don’t we all know that feeling in those lonely hours when something isn’t right?
Call it fate, call it karma, call it anything but boredom.
I mean that’s what it is, but no need to put too fine a point on it.
Peggy Sue stole the mail truck again.
She called it a Saturday well spent.
She threw out my aunt’s thank you notes
And spat upon the census,
She delivered all our love letters
But to the wrong addresses.
Peggy Sue stole the mail truck again.
She tampers with forever stamps,
Covered envelopes with gum,
Rubs together eager hands,
She’s only just begun!
And just about three days ago
Our Peggy lost her job.
Better pay for overnight
For it won’t be long…
But who could ever tell what might set her off?
It changes every time.
The one thing that we can tell you all for sure is that you’ll be fine,
But for those of us stuck here it’s just a simple fact of life.
It’s just another day with our local postal parasite.
So we sigh!
Peggy Sue stole the mail truck again.
She thinks the task is just her bent.
She ignores the fragile stickers
And throws packages about,
She signs her name on each petition so that there can be no doubt:
Peggy Sue stole the mail truck again.
Peggy Sue stole the mail truck again.
Peggy Sue stole the mail truck again.
Peggy Sue stole the mail truck again.