Axe to Grind

Axe she didn’t want it anywhere
She don’t need anywhere
She’s alright
She’s got a fucking cross hanging in the goddamn living room
She don’t even care she don’t want it anywhere
She’s alright
She’s got a cross to bear
She’s got an axe to grind
She’s about ready to blow her mind
She’s got an axe to grind
She’s alright
She comes in with the colostomy bag and she’s looking for the cat and the dog
and the goddamn kid and the kitten the kids and the
Clothes the food the cooking the sex the drugs. The tools my goddamned truck.
She throws my lunchbox at my head. I don’t know why my videotapes are in a
pile in the backyard. It makes me so mad I could spit