Son Of The South

Jane had a bottle of pills
She kept beside her bed
She took a couple when the sky came falling down
What do you see in me
She used to say out loud
I see myself in a year
If i'm still around

And I don't feed the doll
No, no
No, no
No, no

Jane used to touch herself
To make it go away
The loneliness that would follow her all around
And hold her pretty hand
And wanna be her friend
And hold the ceiling when the sky came falling down

No
Better no
Let her know I'm in

I don't really need you
But since you're here
Tell me all about yourself my dear
Are you queer?

Tell me about it
Tell me about it
Tell me about it
No
Tell me about it
Tell me about it
Tell me about it

What happened to your wrists?
Do you need some help
I can't be checking on you like this all the time
You want some help
You need somebody else
You know you ain't gonna be mine



Credits
Writer(s): Greg Dulli
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