Thanksgiving
Song
Hands turn to miceMy watery eyes swayMy bones melted inside meand I closed my anvil eyelidsI didn't even want to come inMy ears rang in the roomAnd the drums and trumpetsplayed to my entrance andsaying, "Boy, you look homelessand you look uselessWhat are you doing here?"But useless I am notI can use what I've gotand I threw it all around with my voiceAnd she joined in with meI swear, almost killed meand would have probablyif the kids weren't listening.
From Letras Mania