Kublai Khan TX, Scott Vogel - Swan Song lyrics
[Kublai Khan TX, Scott Vogel - Swan Song lyrics]
To all the ladies working Iowa-80
Selling pussy to the chrome on the interstate
Living hard lives
Working long nights
Hit by every man you ever loved
'Til your heart died
You're my mother
You're my sister
And a daughter tonight
For every bruise
And excuse
You tried but you couldn't hide
For all the fear
Every tear
Slowly burning your sight
For every moment
In the light
I fucking see you tonight
To see heartbreak from my window
Such a sad state
I can't
Stop to even help you
What the hell can I do?
Say that's just her life?
Turned out, used up and defiled?
Deep pain starts early in life
Every woman still once was a child
Who's one story of millions
Swan song sung city to city to city
Your hurt hit closer to home
But what do you see?
Graves beneath the family tree of abuse
Fucking raped at age 4 on the
Floor of the chicken coop
I saw her casket fucking covered in flies
A botched embalming job still smelled
Like somebody died for what?
Dead end path
Eyes up
For all the woman suffering so visibly
The runaways enslaved unwillingly
Drug addiction, dereliction
Dying from trauma induced conditions
But you must find your strength
I can't walk your life. Your history
To see heartbreak from my window
One day this world might hear you
Sometimes you gotta let the rough end drag
Selling pussy to the chrome on the interstate
Living hard lives
Working long nights
Hit by every man you ever loved
'Til your heart died
You're my mother
You're my sister
And a daughter tonight
For every bruise
And excuse
You tried but you couldn't hide
For all the fear
Every tear
Slowly burning your sight
For every moment
In the light
I fucking see you tonight
To see heartbreak from my window
Such a sad state
I can't
Stop to even help you
What the hell can I do?
Say that's just her life?
Turned out, used up and defiled?
Deep pain starts early in life
Every woman still once was a child
Who's one story of millions
Swan song sung city to city to city
Your hurt hit closer to home
But what do you see?
Graves beneath the family tree of abuse
Fucking raped at age 4 on the
Floor of the chicken coop
I saw her casket fucking covered in flies
A botched embalming job still smelled
Like somebody died for what?
Dead end path
Eyes up
For all the woman suffering so visibly
The runaways enslaved unwillingly
Drug addiction, dereliction
Dying from trauma induced conditions
But you must find your strength
I can't walk your life. Your history
To see heartbreak from my window
One day this world might hear you
Sometimes you gotta let the rough end drag