Spirit Of The West - Unplugged lyrics

The ceiling's too familiar Laying slackjawed on my back and words spill out like puzzles as she tries to fill the gap But my lover's not my mother And the hands that wipe my a** Are the hands that once caressed me I don't want them to detest me And I will not burden those I love I will not be a spoon fed bird Or beg for mercy from above Oh, let my cord become unplugged The man from Holland left the room But he never left his bed On his brithday after brandy he chose angel choirs instead The first one was for sleeping The next one took his breath His wife left his bedside to reflect In a rocking chair, with a cigarette And I will not burden those I love I will not be a spoon fed bird Or beg for mercy from above Oh, let my cord become unplugged I will not burden those I love I will not be be a spoon fed bird Or beg for mercy from above Oh, let my cord Oh, let my cord become unplugged