she was hungry 
so hungry 
she was trying to think clear 
she kept opening the fridge door 
staring at the mustard and the beer 
 
then finally she went out into the rain 
carrying her bicycle chain 
and her feet were the pedals 
while her appetite steered 
and after that she just followed her nose 
and fate is not just 
whose cooking smells good 
but which way the wind blows 
 
she lay down in her party dress 
and never got up 
needless to say 
she missed the party 
she just got sad 
then she got stuck 
 
she was bending 
like something brittle 
trying hard to bend 
she was numb 
with the terror 
of losing her best friend 
we never see things changing 
we only see them ending 
 
and some vicious whispering voice kept saying 
you have no choice 
you have.... 
 
'cause when I look at you I squint 
you are that beautiful 
and my pussy is a tractor 
and this is a tractor pull 
and I am haunted 
by my illicit exquisite dream 
but I can't really wake up 
so I just drift in between 
thinking the glass is half-empty 
and thinking it's not quite full 
the pouring rain is no place for a bicycle ride 
try to hit the brakes and you slide 
slide 
slide 
slide 
 
the pouring rain is no place for a bicycle ride 
try to hit the brakes and you 
slide 
slide 
slide 
slide 
slide 
slide 
slide 
slide 
slide