Swan Song

To all the ladies working Iowa 80
Selling pussy to the chrome on the interstate
Living hard lives, working long nights
Hit by every man you ever loved 'til your heart died

You're my mother, you're my sister
And a daughter tonight
For every bruise and excuse
You tried but you couldn't hide
For all the fear, every tear
Slowly burning your sight
For every moment in the light
I fucking see you tonight, goddamn

To see heartbreak from my window
Such a sad state
I can't stop to even help you
What the hell can I do?
Say that's just her life
Turned out used up and defiled
Deep pain starts early in life
Every woman still once was a child

Who's one story of millions
Swan song sung city to city to city
Your hurt hit closer to home
But what do you see?
Graves beneath the family tree of abuse
Fucking raped at age four on the floor of the chicken coop
I saw her casket fucking covered in flies
A botched embalming job still smelled like somebody died, for what?

Dead end path

Eyes up for all the woman suffering so visibly
The runaways enslaved unwillingly
Drug addiction, dereliction
Dying from trauma induced conditions
But you must find your strength
I can't walk your life your history
To see heartbreak from my window
One day this world might hear you

Sometimes you gotta let the rough end drag

I've learned that I'm worthy
And just because I have something
I don't have to use it as a tool
Meaning my tits, my ass and my pussy
That I can come higher with my brain

I've learned that a real person
You do not have to take shame for anything that you do
When you did it for a means to an end
And I've learned to not be ashamed of anything that I've done
And that my todays and my yesterdays
They can be my business, but I can share with the world

Don't be ashamed of them
Learn something from it
And whenever you have to do it
You can call it what you want to
But still, you gotta survive