Olive Greene

Olive Greene is scowling at all of your sons,
Polishing the cross on her clavicle,
Seeking those in need of her special wisdom
Wait, Mrs. Beale,
Won't you let me tell you how I feel?

Love is a pain only mothers know;
Men will waver with the wind's blows
Child, listen, it's the age-old potted rainbow
Don't you see?
It's just another worthless dream

They roll their eyes under smiles so polite,
Then discreetly check the time
Olive Greene, watch them preen.
They haven't seen a single thing you've seen
[Ultra Sheen]

Olive Greene sheds a smile and her simple shawl,
Hangs them on a hook in her dead husband's hall,
Commences tearing down another wall, this deadly still fall
Oh, Mr. Greene,
Just what does any of this mean?



Credits
Writer(s): Steve Chanin
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