Eels - Jungle Telegraph
Mama had a epidural
Hoping I would be a girl.
The night was black, the sky was blue
The darker clouds are showing noon
I heard screaming, the doctor shouts,
Didn’t give in,
I came out.
And here I am.
I found my way, down the street.
Chicken hawks, filled with meat.
The man was big, the gun was loaded,
She had cash, but never showed it,
I heard screamin’, bleeding throat
And baby I got on that boat.
And here I am.
Now I’m up here in the trees
Shaking off the bugs and fleas
The days are long, the sun is beatin’
He says (it says) I don’t die with you
Send me some lovin’
Send me some lovin’
Send it now
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