Mary Black

Big bad mans law doesnt carry much sway
When you come around here
You can still scratch my back
And I can still change sides
Dont carry no torch til you have it in type
That Im doing okay
Its only one mans outlook
It could be one more lie
Look at it closely
Counterfeit mostly
Yesterdayss brushwork
Using yesterdays paint
And everything that I believe
And every note that you receive
Theyre just vanities to you
Hear that liverpool wind as Im making my way
For the very last time
Is this a resurrection?
And do you really care?
I cant relish no kiss til I happen to hear
Your honeycomb nouns
Let you down so often