Wilted Daisies

Pretty, pretty wilted daisies all in a row on the top of Mount Vernon in the dirty snow where the shadow sings of sunshine like a dying crow pretty, pretty wilted dasies all in a row You're waving high into the night time of a New York street Your newly painted yellow taxi has dirty seats You're racing quick into the nightclub, so that you can see The same old sick and sadly strangers always seem to meet Cuz it's a long way to and a short ride from the top it's a rotten middle finger and the cancer will not stop it's a long way to and a short ride from the top your hand begins to slip or they cut either way you drop Your small apartment is a mess but you don't seem to care the dirty dishes in the corner go with the broken chair Higher grows the stack of bills that calmly declare if you don't pay within a week then your shit is theirs You go to work Monday through Sunday, open to close the seven dollars that they pay, son, is good as a broken nose when no one's watchin' you pull your pants down and touch your toes your undercut n' your exploited but that's how the country grows Cuz it's a long way to and a short ride to the top it's a rotten middle finger and the cancer will not stop it's a long way to and a short ride from the top your hand begins to slip or cut either way you take what they have stolen or you try to break what can't be broken you can speak what you believe but every thought comes preconceived you try to wash your hands of this clear your conscience and dismiss pretend our problems don't exist we're takin' aspirin for a broken wrist cuz it's a long, long way to the top it's a rotten middle finger but the cancer will not stop it's a long, long way to the top your hand begins to slip or cut either way we outro I look forward to the feedback!