Request Line

Not even 24 hours after she died
What do you want
Call me up on the Request Line
But a little piece of me
It’s just technology
Are you robbing my grief?
Did you say you were out for blood
Or cash, woman?
I wanna live somewhere with farm humor
And dirty true folk
Where the diction ain’t clear
But the grammar don’t lose her meaning
Go sweet talk your city
Don’t come rushin' to the West
If you hear there’s gold.
Backstabber, won’t you stick it in?
Backstabber, you work in alcoholic din.
And you ain’t foolin' no one
With that abuse of kin.
No you ain’t foolin' no one,
not even the dead…
It’s me, Eileen, I’m calling you,
My Queen.
You said it was over when it’s over
But I’m telling you
It’s quite sure to go on
For a bit…
Backstabber, won’t you stick it in from the front?
Backstabber, won’t you try?
And I know that she could be sweet and dandy
Sweet and dandy
Sweet and dandy
She could be sweet and dandy
Sweet and dandy
Sweet and dandy…
…But betrayal put a lens on my DNA.
I CAN SEE THE MESSAGE WITHOUT THE BONES YOU STOLE,
BREAKING THE CIRCLE OF STONES,
AND NOW I CAST MY DEFIXION.
I CAN SEE THE MESSAGE WITHOUT THE BONES YOU STOLE,
BREAKING THE CIRCLE OF STONES,
AND NOW I CAST MY DEFIXION.
I CAN SEE THE MESSAGE WITHOUT THE BONES YOU STOLE,
BREAKING THE CIRCLE OF STONES,
AND NOW I CAST MY DEFIXION.
I CAN SEE THE MESSAGE WITHOUT THE BONES YOU STOLE,
BREAKING THE CIRCLE OF STONES,
AND NOW I CAST MY DEFIXION.