She helped her son sleep by giving him Cognac
She worked a while as a circus acrobat
She changed lovers on a weekly basis
And posed nude for a couple crap artists

Her boy's disinterest in women
Led her to hire him hookers
One of whom he fell in love with
A fat tramp nearly twice his elder

Once a year for the rest of his life
He pryed for his mom
On her death's anniversary

Leaving paradise, living paralyzed
Happily anesthetized, counting alibis
Learning to despise, happily anesthetized

This one takes care of her ankles
Her cooking has 'That good flavor'
When she purses her lips on purpose
You can see the smell climb of them

She wasn't trying to be judgmental
Though her work makes one think she was
In her world that's a black and white world
Blood is ink and skin is paper
A Swiss army quill can perform miracles
In the hand of one so spiritual

Leaving paradise, living paralyzed
Happily anesthetized, counting alibis
Learning to despise

Struggling against recovery
Leaving paradise, living paralyzed
Happily anesthetized