Kristin Hersh

Before I go to you I never wash my neck
cause when the music starts it goes straight to your head
And I break out in pale
I break out in pale
You better bring your fork and knife
till we see eye to eye
cause Id rather stuff your face than hear another lie
Learn to sit still, learn to stay
Im as hopped-up with the up and down as youre slow on the uptake
Under the words is what you heard