He is drinking water from the faucet from the river
From the tributary it comes through the rusted pipes
Outside his window sees the water supposed to be cleaned by
The chemicals polluted by the candy factory lines
Some place on the edge of town
Some place on the edge of town
Is where
they live,
political scientists
So now she is crawling on her hands and her knees
She is dirtying her jeans,
choking on her own fuel
With a pen she writes below the sink in someone's restaurant
This place is inconvenient for my name
She forgets to write it anyway
She forgets to write it anyway
The government supplies her cocaine, political
scientists
There's no guarantees
There's no guarantees
There's no guarantees
Banging hard upon a crooked drum She feels them tearing down
Salvation Army houses back in Michigan
Her husband's divorced but he treats her
that way of course because he needs her just like he needs medicine
She forgets to write him anyway She forgets to write him anyway
Her heart's red and white and nearly over,
political scientists
Political scientists
Political scientists
There's no guarantees There's no guarantees