Cowboy Junkies - Senior Prom lyrics

Son, you got a lot of ‘splainin’ to do Reporters round your neck like a beard of bees That hit man at the back, he’s got his eye on you But I’m the one who can take you where I please So give me your elbow A flash photo for the folks at home This is just like my senior prom The inside of your arm is soft as I lead you, Lee Like a new-born Marxist colt at the county fair You’d never know from that thin-lipped little smirk of yours That the icy hand of fate was between your knees Speaking of clammy hands It’s like I’m back in Lubbock with Mary Francis Working to retrieve that corsage pin that fell into her blouse And she tried to shoot me too In a theatre just like you And it was when I wrestled that gun away (Just like today) that I looked into her captivating, Mesmerizing, hypnotizing, Texas blue-sky, Russian-defecting eyes…. My nose at the back of your neck as the elevator slows Doors cut in two by the axe of the TV lights I want to tell the world what we both know is true When that hit man from the first verse shatters you Mouth to mouth Your last breath in mine d**h cutting in Like an All-State Lineman Minus the blood I could swear I was back at my senior prom If this ambulance were a Fairlane And your black eye was my school ring I would swear it was my senior prom…