tombigbee

• tori amos^* sarkisi..
  
  to you it's another day, to me it's a grim reaping
  just another shooting star strung out on your wire
  prick my finger on his virgin silver
  he took me raw, ginger, caramelise me
  
  tombigbee, tombigbee, help me hang these bones
  gotta hang these bones out to dry
  he loved me, he loved me, ravishingly low
  gonna hang these bones out to dry
  dry, dry, dry
  
  oh, you do it, man
  
  got a blackberry stain and they're not even in season
  ıf you're not yet a woman you got no business playing this
  
  tombigbee, tombigbee, help me hang these bones
  gotta hang these bones out to dry
  he loved me, he loved me, ravishingly low
  gonna hang these bones out to dry
  dry, dry, dry
  
  oh, you do it, man
  
  so you get done, then you get some
  sure enough, it won't hold you for long
  then you say, "right. this is all mine."
  but hasn't your donor card expired?
  from blueridge to cattail on the prairie
  from flyover country, back through mississippi
  ı said, "go, man, you go."
  but you raise me twenty, ı'm raising you five-
  hundred treaties signed by your fathers' lies
  go, man, you go
  'cause ı'm trailing her tears
  the ones you won't hold
  you roll me a carpet, roll me a carpet, boy
  roll me a carpet from here to oklahoma
  
  tombigbee, tombigbee, help me hang these bones
  gotta hang these bones out to dry
  he loved me, he loved me, ravishingly low
  gotta hang these bones out to dry
  dry, dry, dry
  
  ı'll do it again
  dry, dry, dry