The Taxpayers - Call Me Linda lyrics
[The Taxpayers - Call Me Linda lyrics]
"Even though I told people to call me Linda
That was another girl’s name i had
To change my name several times because of
What I had done, or rather
What had been done to me"
– Aimee Parkison, The Innocent Party
They say a storm is arriving on Wednesday
And they say the only thing
To do is leave town
Oh, but Bobby and Rick got a generator
And a couple cases of beer
So we’re sticking, yeah we're sticking around
The first thing I did when
I woke up this morning
Was cry for no reason at all
So I walked down to the psychic
In the strip mall off Broadway
And asked her to tell me just what
In the hell was going on
And she said, "You will always have nothing
And you will never be free
You will never be someone
And you will die young, and alone
And broken"
Well, I didn’t think that was very good
But I guess that’s what you get
For 10 bucks around here
Light rails filled with failures and fuck-ups
Ride blindly towards their routines
While the Marivan sisters steal
Mopeds and bikes
From outside bars along Hennepin Street
There is a definite sense
Of impending collision
You can read it in everyone’s eyes
Nobody is safe and nobody is ready
It’s all you can do to hold on
That was another girl’s name i had
To change my name several times because of
What I had done, or rather
What had been done to me"
– Aimee Parkison, The Innocent Party
They say a storm is arriving on Wednesday
And they say the only thing
To do is leave town
Oh, but Bobby and Rick got a generator
And a couple cases of beer
So we’re sticking, yeah we're sticking around
The first thing I did when
I woke up this morning
Was cry for no reason at all
So I walked down to the psychic
In the strip mall off Broadway
And asked her to tell me just what
In the hell was going on
And she said, "You will always have nothing
And you will never be free
You will never be someone
And you will die young, and alone
And broken"
Well, I didn’t think that was very good
But I guess that’s what you get
For 10 bucks around here
Light rails filled with failures and fuck-ups
Ride blindly towards their routines
While the Marivan sisters steal
Mopeds and bikes
From outside bars along Hennepin Street
There is a definite sense
Of impending collision
You can read it in everyone’s eyes
Nobody is safe and nobody is ready
It’s all you can do to hold on