pale purple nipples 
goose pimpled 
she shivers shifts from a walk to a trot 
alone in the city 
infested with faces 
immune to new friendships 
interested in places she's never seen 
she says everything is grey here 
and nothing is green 
the girls from down the street 
sixteen, seventeen years old 
you can smell them getting pregnant 
you can hear their rock and roll 
that's america 
you have to be tough 
like a glad trash bag 
the government's an old nag 
with a good pedigree 
but pedigree's don't help you and me 
I see the precedent is grey here 
and nothing is green 
unless something unforseen happens 
I'm surrounded by the haves 
they say I can have some too 
just because of what I do 
do they think a lot 
about those who have not 
or does it just distract them 
from what they do 
most of us have grey 
except for those who can pay 
for green 
I'm torn 
I'm torn 
rejecting outfits offered me 
regretting things I've worn 
when I was still playing roles 
to fill holes 
in my conception of who I am 
you know, now I understand 
it's not important to be defined 
it's only important to use your time well 
well time is something nobody can buy 
and nobody can sell you 
so don't let anybody tell you 
they have the advantage 
because all the grey people can say every day 
doesn't mean anything 
if your mind is green 
 
pale purple nipples 
goose pimpled 
she shivers shifts from a walk to a trot 
alone in the city 
infested with faces 
immune to new friendships 
interested in places she's never seen 
she says everything is grey here 
otherwise I'd stay here 
but I'm looking for green 
just like every human being