The Book Of Knots - Hewitt-Smithson lyrics

What she used to like she was starting to hate She used to like molten gla** poured into the big, industrial vat When she visited him she'd see the molten gla** And the fountaining sparks This was how they made gla** This was the red-hot center of the industry And there were all these people doing it And what they did was they guided this liquid into the molds And waited for it to cool The molds and the colors were all designed by rich ladies in the suburbs But everyone in town had a set of the juice gla**es She used to like the museum and its neglected gla** exhibits When you were a teenager it was a good place for heavy petting Now she was starting to hate it She used to like that there was just the one ice cream place and you had to drive twenty minutes to get there And in summer you knew everyone in the line You knew them from church or 4-H or what have you Half the fun was standing in line The only choices were vanilla, chocolate, and strawberry She used to like it but now she kinda hated it Downtown there were nothing but strip clubs She used to like that her husband still had a yen for the feminine things Once she went along with him but she felt bad afterwards And now she hated all of it She hated desperation and credit cards She hated drunkenness She hated guys who were shoving their last twenty-dollar bill Into the g-string of a girl with too many kids She used to like the steady living From the Hewitt-Smithson manufacturers of consumer gla** There was insurance and daycare But now the plant was closed She had a friend working fast food Maybe she had two of these friends She used to like fast food but she was starting to hate it Olestra and diabetes and obesity She used to like her kids She used to like taking them to the same rusty swingset Where everyone took their kids Concussion park they used to call it But now her kids just told her to f** off or called her a b**h And they blamed her for all the stuff she in turn blamed on the world She used to like the cable dial the ninety-seven stations But now it was all cubic zirconium filigree And people eating rats for the million-dollar prize money Or it was ministers trying to tell the people who got laid off That they should love Jesus Give Jesus your unemployment check She used to love Jesus But all Jesus did was build a stadium in a rusty town For a minor league franchise that always lost She used to love the hawks circling over the squashed squirrels on the highway But the hawks were gone She used to love a drink But now the drink didn't do what it was supposed to do She used to love to fall asleep She used to love the roller coasters at the amusement park She'd been in love once But now love and disappointment were next-door neighbors When he interviewed at Hewitt-Smithson her husband It was because everyone knew someone at the plant They watched the molten gla** spilling into the big industrial vat Like it was a waterfall They all got married beside this waterfall The waterfall of Hewitt-Smithson And someone threw a bouquet The plant manager threw them a bouquet The future was their bouquet Or the future was their oyster And their oyster had a pearl And the pearl was the future Or it was the company And the town And the friends And the church And the kids And the school system But if that bouquet came flying toward her now She'd be sure to duck