Seven  Mary  Three  -  Lame  (LP  Version)

there's  a  tall,  a  mulatto.  boy  i  know

and  he  comes  to  every  party  -  he  stands  alone

viewing  them  the  rest,  from  the  corner  of  his  glance

it  gets  so  clear,  he's  not  judging  anyone

the  way  his  arms  float  around  his  cage,  he's  caged

canary  sings,  silently  brings,  his  voice  to  rage

the  way  they  stop  and  stare,  the  way  they  turn  their  heads

it's  enough  to  make  him  want  to  run  away

but  he  stays,  he  stands  his  ground  

and  I'm  so  lame

the  way  I  condescend  without  ever  knowing  his  name

he  keeps  it  in  a  box,  hangs  it  from  his  ear

looks  at  everyone  without  the  slightest  fear

it's  making  me  so  ashamed  

slender  body,  slip  through  his  glance

I  don't  give  him  a  single  chance

the  way  he's  rocking  back  and  forth

makes  a  buzzing  in  my  ear

constantly  reminding  me  that  I  never  stop  to  hear

him  say  hello,  hello  

and  I  am  so  lame

like  a  moth  bumping  off  his  godless  flame

I  cannot  condescend  or  even  apprehend,  what  comes  over  me

when  I  see  his  shameless  face  

so  rage,  please  rage  against  me

beat  me  down,  beat  me  down,  forgive  me

for  what  I've  done,  I'm  so  lame,  I'm  so  lame,  I'm  so  lame

so  lame,  so  lame,  so  lame