Parenthetical Girls - Sympathy For Spastics lyrics

Bred and wed of ruddy wretched men I've bet you've got it in for them Their cra**, sun-tanned, uneducated hands You've always found a place for them This greedy grace that permeates girls my age When I'm not ashamed to say, even On our knees, it's the sad simple dignities That charm the pants off me Blue blood, well hung, and just a touch too young For all the gifts God's blessed me with, she's Thick as sh**, pregnant with the myth Of a noble proletariat As you take to task This great guiltless gilded cla** Well please don't make me laugh, bless these Men of means whose key bumps of ketamine Still sweep you off your feet As we have been so we will always be And I gather what you think of me, so I Won't defend nor condescend Just know you've got my sympathy