Precious Things (Tori Amos)

Precious Things
So I ran faster
But you caught me here
Yes my loyalties turned
Like my ankle
In the seventh grade
Running after Billy
Running after the rain

These precious things
Let them bleed
Let them wash away
These precious things
Let them break
Their hold over me

He said you’re really an ugly girl
But I like the way you play
And I died
But I thanked him
Can you believe that
Sick, holding on to his picture
Dressing up every day
I wanna smash the faces of those beautiful boys
Those Christian boys
So you can make me come
That doesn’t make you Jesus

These precious things
Let them bleed
Let them wash away
These precious things
Let them break
Their hold over me

I remember
Yes in my peach party dress
No one dared
No one cared
To tell me where the pretty girls are
Those demigods
With their nine-inch nails
And little fascist panties
Tucked inside the heart
Of every nice girl

These precious things
Let them bleed
Let them wash away
These precious things
Let them break
Let them wash away

— Tori Amos

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Me and a Gun (Tori Amos)

Me and a Gun

Me and a Gun
5 A.M.
Friday morning
Thursday night
Far from sleep
I’m still up and driving
Can’t go home
Obviously
So I’ll just change direction
Cause they’ll soon know where I live
And I wanna live
Got a full tank and some chips

It was me and a gun
And a man on my back
And I sang « holy holy »
as he buttoned down his pants
You can laugh
It’s kind of funny things you think
In times like these
Like I haven’t seen Barbados
So I must get out of this

Yes I wore a slinky red thing
Does that mean I should spread
For you, your friends, your father, Mr. Ed

Me and a gun
And a man
On my back
But I haven’t seen Barbados
And I know what this means
Me and Jesus a few years back
Used to hang and he said
« It’s your choice babe just remember
I don’t think you’ll be back in three days time
So you choose well »
Tell me what’s right
Is it my right to be on my stomach
of Fred’s Seville

Me and a gun
And a man
On my back
But I haven’t seen Barbados
So I must get out of this

Do you know Carolina
Where the biscuits are soft and sweet?
These things go through you head
When there’s a man on your back
And you’re pushed flat on your stomach
It’s not a classic Cadillac

Me and a gun
And a man
On my back
But I haven’t seen Barbados
So I must get out of this
No I haven’t seen Barbados
So I must get out of this

Tori Amos, 1991