Tori Amos - Pancake
I'm not sure who's fooling who here
As I'm watching your decay
We both know you could deflate
A 7 hurricane
Seems like you and your tribe
Decided you'd rewrite the law
Segregate the mind
From Body and from soul
You give me yours
I'll give you mine
Cause I can look your God
Right in the eye
You give me yours
I'll give you mine
You used to look my God
Right in the eye
I believe in defending
In what we once
Stood for
It seems in vogue
To be a closet
Misogynist homophobe
A change of course in
Our direction
A dash of truth
Spread thinly
Like a flag
On a popstar
On a Benzodiazapene
Oh Zion please
Remove your glove
And dispel every trace
Of His spoken word
That has lodged
In my vortex