oh pour me another drink
and punch me in the face
you can call me nancy
every man wears a symbol
and i know i have mine
i've got my right hand stamped
in the concentration camp where my organs scream "slow down, man!"
how was i to know
that milk and honey flow
just a couple states below
oh hook me up to the tank
and roll me to the door
i'm going where my body leads me
i can fend for myself
with what looks i have left
i'll put away a few
and pretty soon i'll be breaking things like howard hughes
how was i to know
milk and honey flow
just a couple states below
forgive me how it was
a place under the sun
before the devil made me run
run boy, run boy.
