Well, I'm filling in for Gracie Robbins tonight, yeah

Feeling very sorry, that it
Hasn't rained all year
I'm feeling very sorry, that I
That I got the fear

It's taking time to sort through my winding mind
Where I can smell her
On my neck
Yeah

You've got to, you've got to run away
You've got to, you've got to find a way, baby
You've got to fade away until there's no one left but you
The ship is down

Skins is on the sidewalk, filling things with acid
Mom is in the kitchen, drying for her father
Meaningless as music making as amusement
Slides into the doorway, chattering like horseplay

I am, I am sending you
A love letter from hell

Fuck the boys, fuck all the boys
Fuck girls while you're at it
Climb into a limousine
Well, I'm filling in for Gracie Robbins tonight, yeah

I'm feeling very sorry, that it
Hasn't rained all year
I'm feeling very sorry, that I
That I got the fear

It's taking time to sort through my winding mind
Where I can smell her
On my neck
Yeah

You've got to, you've got to run away
You've got to, you've got to find a way, baby
You've got to fade away until there's no one left but you
The ship is down