The Other Theme To Taxi, Angela

You know that you're killed by your killing You know it in time resolute You know that in the moment you're willing Pull the trigger and salute Yeah You know that it's the least of your vices You know that you're far less than a saint You know that these are merely devices To work in all the colors you paint Now this is one last thing you stand for In this you say that you will defend Not life, liberty, or your lover, baby But dead right to bring one to an end Yeah Yeah, your head is all wrapped up in feathers Your sense to leap as spry as a cat, yeah, yeah You don't know if your party is welcome now But you ain't gonna be a welcome mat Don't you try to parachute to another place and time Our names are held together in the same breath, baby But that shit ain't gonna even rhyme this time, no! I said now life's too short for guilt or shame I feel both when I call out your name This train is comin' up and ain't no track yet But runnin' off the rails all the same, yeah Denny got rings on each finger, wow! He ain't knew a thing, no, no Ya know that you can bet it But I think that you can get it When you come on out and make me sing, yeah Yeah, mom's friend be so nice C'mon, ma'am, gimme a slice I said now, baby, honest to Christ I said I need it one last time