Sickly sweet, candied meat in A fragrant greasy spoon Knock back black coffee Working until the afternoon She hardly sleeps She hardly eats She hardly breathes When you're in her breathing space Cat calling white van patrolling The streets as she walks from work Rip hard and jeer from a far As he sits with a drooling smirk She hardly sleeps She hardly eats She hardly breathes When you're in her breathing space She brushes it off Like she always does Drops through the subway Disappears with the flood I am a woman And I am a woman I am a woman I am a woman She comes over I hear her moan The walls are paper thin His friends come round, they pass her round Her head goes round the bend She hardly sleeps She hardly eats She hardly breathes When you're in her breathing space She brushes it off Like she always does Puts on her makeup Faces the day As she hardly sleeps She hardly eats She hardly breathes When you're in her breathing space I am a woman And I am a woman I am a woman And I am a woman And I am your mother I am your sister And I am your daughter I am a woman

I'se gwine down town for to buy me a sack of flour Gwine cook it every hour Keep my skillet good and greasy all the time, time, time Keep my skillet good and greasy all the time I'se chickens in my sack, bloodhounds on my track I'm pullin' for my shanty home, home, home I'm pullin' for my shanty home If they beat me to the door, I'll put 'em under the floor Keep my skillet good and greasy all the time, time, time Keep my skillet good and greasy all the time I'se a-walking down the street and I stoled a ham of meat Got my skillet good and greasy all the time, time, time Got my skillet good and greasy all the time I'se gwine to the hills gwine to buy me a jug of brandy Gwine give it all to Mandy Keep her good and drunk and boozy all the time, time, time Keep her good and drunk and boozy all the time Honey, if you say so, I'll never work-a no more I'll lay round your shanty all the time, time, time I'll lay round your shanty all the time There's a man on the log, finger on the trigger and eye on the hog Gun it went blip and the bullet it went zip Fell on the hog with all of his grip Got my skillet good and greasy all the time Got my skillet good and greasy all the time

If there's a goal that everyone remembers It was back in old seventy two We all squeezed the stick and we all pulled the trigger And all I remember is sitting beside you You said you didn't give a fuck about hockey And I never saw someone say that before You held my hand and we walked home the long way You were loosening my grip on Bobby Orr Isn't it amazing anything's accomplished When the little sensation gets in your way Not one ambition whispering over your shoulder Isn't it amazing you can do anything We hung out together every single moment 'Cause that's what we thought married people do Complete with the grip of artificial chaos And believing in the country of me and you Crisis of faith and crisis in the Kremlin And, yeah, we'd heard all that before It's wintertime, the house is solitude with options And loosening the grip on a fake cold war Isn't it amazing what you can accomplish When you don't let the nation get in your way And not one ambition whispering over your shoulder Isn't it amazing you can do anything Next to your comrades in the National Fitness Program Caught in some eternal flexed arm hang Dropping to the mat in a fit of laughter Showed no patience, tolerance or restraint Fireworks exploding in the distance Temporary towers soar Fireworks emulating heaven Till there are no stars any more Fireworks aiming straight at heaven Temporary towers soar Till there are no stars shining up in heaven Till there are no stars any more Isn't it amazing what you can accomplish When the little sensation gets in your way No ambition whispering over your shoulder Isn't it amazing what you can accomplish This one thing probably never goes away I think this one thing is always supposed to stay This one thing doesn't have to go away

Got a window washer's head For an unmakeable bed For loneliness The past is no place to- Rest your weary arms 'cept at sevens at your sides Your face a campaign debt reflected sky You die to your fans one window at a time, that's right Got a window washer's eye For an untuckable sky For lonely design The past is no place to- Try but I'll get my mind's armies moving at full stride They're singing in one voice, preoccupied And with nothing to say I'll sing it bright, that's right I am here, it's only me I ain't freed nobody yet It's just me, I'll just be a sec I'm a cleaner, I'm no threat No threat, no threat I'm a reader, I'm no threat Who sings lonely? Everyone sings lonely It doesn't sound so bad Who is free? Everybody's freed From the tired of being sad, so sad How will I know? How will I know if I'm helping? More so, how will she know if I'm helping? If I'm not in the saddle, I'm nothing, that's right I am here, it's only me I ain't freed nobody yet It's just me, clearing spider webs I'm a listener, I'm no threat I am here, failed and failing breath I'm a listener, I'm no threat No threat, no threat I'm a watcher, I'm no threat No threat (I am a Beatles fan)