Dorothy The Nightingale. To k** a mockingbird The daughter of a capitalist With a voice like you never heard You're a louse She said it with that flat expression The truth is the truth though, so I just take it as another lesson On my way through negotiations, usually sh** is gonna turn south Have to deal with this goofy a**hole running his mouth Then it's time to hit the street Literally Cracking concrete with every step i take, i don't pack heat It's not my style Rock it both wicked and wild with a smirk that is as close as i come to a smile A memory, or is it something else? denial The clothes stay black, match my grim profile And this is a city of amnesia, city of amnesia city of amnesia Dorothy, dorothy Love doesn't rearrange because the curtains get changed In a city with no past, the future is still where hte balance hangs They say there's ghost underground Pieces of the memories Hit the bar, get the word, then slide dude a 20 We got somewhere we got to go I know You'd rather sit at home and play on the piano But i wanna hear something with some real f**ing soul You just mimic what others do, that's nothing, i'd rather listen to the radio Truth be told, i don't believe in angels And there's something in my song birds sharp right angles How many times you gotta keep me from getting mangled How many times will our words get tangled This city is garbage, but i know you still with me Cast in the name of god, ye not guilty Dorothy, dorothy Sing me a song