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WAIT TO LISTEN ~ GHOST SICKNESS ALBUM ~ From the FEED THE DOG CD ALBUM ~ HOMEPAGE

Perfumed Letter
words and music copyright DK Bridger 2008

I got her perfumed letter.
It could smell a little better,
But I donít want to upset her.
Thereís a steel trap under that angora sweater.
Make up stays on even when you wet her.
She donít purr when you pet her.
Blood is still, bones shatter,
In comes my head on a platter.
With all this talk about loving your brother,
Youíll beat a man in front of his mother.
And all the talk about leaving well enough alone,
Fly five thousand miles to a place you donít know
And force a man to betray his family,
Betray his a way of life, and take the ways of his enemy.
What's all this talk about helping the poor
When you donít even look at them anymore.

Truth hurts.
Put some perfume on it.
Truth hurts.
Even with the perfume on it.

Thereís no better label
Than between her legs, steel wool and sable.
Smells like death. Smells like flowers.
Combine the two and you feel the power.

Perfume
Perfume
Perfume
Perfume

A slave bows to any kind of freedom.
Thatís what itís like these days.
Bones crack, blood splatters.
In comes your head on a platter
And all the Kingís men round up the innocents,
Make them kill the defenseless.
When you scream vengence into the sky
The arrow returns to earth
And sticks in your eye.

Truth hurts.
Put some perfume on it.
The truth hurts.
Put a little perfume on it.

Your hands are tied.
Your feet are unstable.
Donít try to drink me under the table.
Soften the floor with a pint of Jim Beam
And there she is in my dreams.

Truth hurts.
Put some perfume on it.
Truth hurts.
Put some perfume on it.

I got your perfumed letter.
Send in the pinch hitter.
Pitch the truth in the ditch for the lies that sound better,
Until youíre caught in the trap under that angora sweater.
Truth hurts.
Put some perfume on it.
Truth hurts,
Even with the perfume on it.

Thereís no better label
Than between her legs, steel wool and sable.
Smells like death. Smells like flowers.
Combine the two and you feel the power.

Perfume.

                                                                           ~ DK Bridger


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