R. Dorothy Wayneright

Dorothy
The Nightingale. To kill a mockingbird
The daughter of a capitalist
With a voice like you never heard
You're a louse
She said it with that flat expression
The truth is the truth though, so I just take it as another lesson
On my way through negotiations, usually shit is gonna turn south
Have to deal with this goofy asshole running his mouth
Then it's time to hit the street
Literally
Cracking concrete with every step i take, i don't pack heat
It's not my style
Rock it both wicked and wild with a smirk that is as close as i come to a smile
A memory, or is it something else? denial
The clothes stay black, match my grim profile

And this is a city of amnesia, city of amnesia city of amnesia
Dorothy, dorothy

Love doesn't rearrange because the curtains get changed
In a city with no past, the future is still where hte balance hangs
They say there's ghost underground
Pieces of the memories
Hit the bar, get the word, then slide dude a 20
We got somewhere we got to go
I know
You'd rather sit at home and play on the piano
But i wanna hear something with some real fucking soul
You just mimic what others do, that's nothing, i'd rather listen to the radio
Truth be told, i don't believe in angels
And there's something in my song birds sharp right angles
How many times you gotta keep me from getting mangled
How many times will our words get tangled
This city is garbage, but i know you still with me
Cast in the name of god, ye not guilty

Dorothy, dorothy
Sing me a song