Pearl

Grandpa Aaron prophesied The year the messengers would arrive In living ships That burn next to the sky Home from school I'm on suspension For selling all my of Ritalin Mare makes eggs Then she gets down to business By 3 she's comatose Dark den Snowy television So I'm learning "Cherub Rock" On an ex's electric guitar A flat affect But I really care I see some far-out shit that isn't there It's in our blood And our dust-colored hair Mare's been toast since '84 She lost some friends Then she lost some more She sent letters and Violent Femmes to John Hinckley When she had me she was 39 A pickled Pearl, but I was pretty much fine When the future's written You just kinda have to resign to it Any day We'll escape from our heads From the chain of consequences And ascend Mama, I can't leave you here in hell Anywhere I go I'm still myself I'm a tunnel caving in And a goddamn great American Any day We'll escape from our heads From the chain of consequences And recall everything forgotten