Bard of Kusheth

"My little girl, drive anywhere

Do what you want

I don't care

Tonight I'm in the hands of fate

I hand myself over on a plate

Now

Oh, little girl, there are times when I feel

I'd rather not be the one behind the wheel

Come, pull my strings

Watch me move, I do anything

Please

Sweet little girl, I prefer

You behind the wheel and me the passenger

Drive, I'm yours to keep

Do what you want, I'm going cheap

Tonight

You're behind the wheel tonight

You're behind the wheel tonight

You're behind the wheel tonight

You're behind the wheel tonight

“…So it’s all come back round to breaking apart again Breaking apart like I’m made up of glass again Making it up behind my back again Holding my breath for the fear of sleep again Holding it up behind my head again Cut in deep to the heart of the bone again Round and round and round And it’s coming apart again Over and over and over

Now that I know that I’m breaking to pieces I’ll pull out my heart And I’ll feed it to anyone Crying for sympathy Crocodiles cry for the love of the crowd And the three cheers from everyone Dropping through sky Through the glass of the roof Through the roof of your mouth Through the mouth of your eye Through the eye of the needle It’s easier for me to get closer to heaven Than ever feel whole again…”