The Ride

a song

The nurses in their scrub caps
Smoking at the bus stop
The hospital's a death trap
Where their feet and their hands rot
A pregnant woman sitting
Trying to hold her belly
She doesn't say a damn word:
Her frowning is what tells me
That she is left enamored
By her baby's kicking
She can't fall asleep
'Cause the ride is so sickening

Quiet on the highway;
Nothing but an engine
No signs to show the way
To the freeway's beginning
Lovers holding hands, how
They always seem to whisper
About how they fight now
'Cause it's so hard to kiss her
When reeking of a lipstick
Darker than her own shade:
Her lips are smooth and slick
But her body's not the same

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