IGUANA

I’ve got a lot on my mind (almost too much to say). I won’t waste your time though cuz I know you have paid to hear some good music, to hear some good songs. I’ve got to clear my head, first (it shouldn’t take too long). Does my face offend you? Does my color make you blind? I don’t know why I’m saying this. I guess I’ve got a lot on my mind. But this is my direction, this is my choice, it’s a one-man insurrection, this is my voice, I used to be the favorite one, baby-princess-daughter. But I had to shed that skin I was in and now I’m feeling more like an IGUANA. I’m standing on this stage, warming up by these lights. Instead of being friendly, though, I’m up here picking fights. I’m tired of the illusions, stupid metaphors, playing games of mercy (got me crawling across the floor). Now my hand is on the whip, my guitar is a gun and I’m a pissed off rock n’ roll, dyke-nigger-bitch so I think you’d better start running. Bu this is my direction, this is my choice, it’s a mental erection, but this is my choice. This is my direction, this is my choice, it’s a one-man insurrection, this is my voice, this is my voice, this voice.

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