Letra de Bobby Bland
Meat without speech Locked in a toolshed Meat without a name Rent by the light of candle Meat without will Meat without a voice And wobbling in darkness Is a dance misery preordainedA mother and father do not have to be a biological disaster They could be kindred spirits and weirdly movingMeat without sense Meat without a mind Meat that takes Burned by the whims of a Grendle Confront the frictioned feather Of obsessive obliterationA brother and sistеr do not have to be a biological disaster Thеy could be kindred spirits and weirdly movingThreatened by someone who is already threatened Standing up to them all like a single polka dot