FLESH AND EMOTION

And, yes, my nose is in the air. But it’s because I’m sniffing for danger. Still you think that I don’t care. But I’m just controlling my anger. I’m learning the consequences of freedom. I’ve been trying to separate from my past. So I threw out some things (didn’t think I’d need them). But now I’m picking through the trash. And I’m not a fashion that you wear. I’m not a type of food you like. I’m not a ribbon in your hair. I’m not that fancy fast car you drive. I guess he thought he had my number. I guess he thought he had me in check. But I’ve stayed awake while he slumbered. I will never let him forget that I am a product of despair. I am the thorn in your side. And, girls, (yes?) I’m your mother’s worst nightmare. Don’t look so surprised. And I know there are people who hate me. There are people who want to spit on me. There are those who’d like to break me. But this angry white boy on guitar, he ain’t got shit on me. Because I’ve got a lot of what he lacks. But I’m only FLESH AND EMOTION. I’m about peace, freedom and devotion. So take that feather out of your cap. I‘m not some book you should read. I’m not some lesson you should learn. I’m not some wild animal you feed. And I’m bearing a cross I’D like to burn. He’s not some ribbon that you wear, she’s not some magazine you buy. I’m this country’s worst nightmare and we’re tired of the lies. He’s not some ribbon that you wear. She’s not some magazine you buy. I’m this country’s worst nightmare. And I’m tired of the lies.

Written by Doria Roberts. ©1995-2002 Hurricane Doria Music