Psycho-Bitch Blues

I know it's going to rain
I can feel it in my left knee
See I was hit by a car when I was thirteen
And you're just another blow of truth
Sent to mortalize my youth
But I won't be meat for your guillotine
Because I'm free of the hate
You never failed to share
And I'm free of your tender loving care
And I'm free to return to my life of sin
Cupid just copped out on me again

You said you wanted to be my lover
You didn't want to be my mother
And I acted like a boy not like a man
But I asked for an omelet
And my dad went and made me a hamlet
And you can't change
What's already frying in the pan
But you'rе free of the moody madness of this kid
And you're free of my armor and my id
And you'rе free to dissect me for all of your friends
Cupid just copped out on you again

Well the hair that cut the camel's wrists
Ain't so hard to spot
You danced just like Salome
Till I laughed my head off
So now I'm playing my guitar
Lying underneath the stars
Smiling like a jackass
Because I haven't broken a string
In over an hour
And I'm free of the dust collected on my boots
And I'm free of the psycho-bitch blues
And I'm free to fall in love and pretend
Cupid won't cop out on me again