Heathen
copyright ©2000
Pricked Publishing (ASCAP)
from Marbles Made Like Lemonade
(lyrics: Tiffany Poinsett / music: Tiffany Poinsett)
Somewhere down
A ways from here
Answers to, "Hey you"
Laughs at nothing
Never comes
To the door dressed.
Soul can wait
Marbles made like lemonade
Paper icing
With a cherry top that
Won't go down, no
Spit it out
You're a heathen.
Somewhere up
The road from here
Shuts herself in her room
Chants out something
Never had
Sense to move on.
I am thinking.
I am thinking.
I am thinking.
I am sick.