"A Loon"
(written by Kristin Hersh)
Some store
I'm not going back there anymore
Wandered in
Don't
think I'll do that again, no I
Don't think I'll do that again
I swear you
Look
at me cross-eyed and I
Don't
know what to do
No I
don't know what to do
Crazy
loon
Some store
I'm not going back there anymore
I wandered in
Don't think I'll do that again, no I
Don't think I'll do that again
I swear you
Look at me cross-eyed and I
Don't know what to do
Crazy loon
Crazy loon
Crazy loon
You
crazy loon
You crazy
loon
You crazy loon
You crazy loon
There's a room in his pallet
There's a pillow for his head
Sees an offshoot in his bottle
When he wants to see me dead
Heirlooms
A loon
Heirlooms
A loon
Never
thought I'd see that silly grin
Never thought I'd see that fool again
Never thought I'd like that lunatic
Nothing left to dance around
What a hero
What
a black and blue bird
What
a loon
A loon
What a loon
A loon
