The Earth Keeps Its Secrets

On the way home I was nearly dead
Crushed in the solar plexus of midnight
Me and my tired fists for a bowl of rice, for a quiet night
We would marry twice

Oh the bravery of the shrinking girl
Showing a tiny finger to ageing
Stood by the fruit machines in a yellow light with a tin of tongue
For the animals
For the animals

In 1997 she learned about sex
On a visit to a tanning booth
And four years her skin is completely flawless
But she'd rather be a child again
In 2005 she was buried alive by her money, good looks and soul
And two hours later hеr brother discovered hеr body
Under boxes and boxes and boxes and boxes and boxes
(Tulips are the price of progress)