Blasphemy's Child
Doug Saretsky
Here she comes
and I don't even know if I can face this girl
Here she is
and I know she could be the one
if things were just a little different
But here I am
sitting with my feet up
on a table here in some dingy-ass bar in the gaslight district
I'm in on her guest list and I'm watching her play
It's almost enough to make me believe in God again
I close my eyes and let the music take me somewhere I've never been
Every now and then she looks my way and winks
and I'm not thinking about love or eternal happiness
Instead I'm aching for a button I can push
that will systematically exterminate all her friends
Because they're the ones that destroyed our relationship
before it even had a chance to begin
I see the way they look at me
and I want to march right over there
Spit in their faces
Kick over their drinks
Cut their table in half with an axe
Anything to upset their safe little college night out
Fuck trying to change their minds
I want to live up to every negative
and shitty stereotype they have of me
I want them to shudder whenever my name is spoken
I want to move into their safe little hippie commune
get fired up on Old Style and watch them run for cover
I want to look at myself
in the reflection of an empty bottle of booze
and see what they see, see what they made me into
A walking, talking venom-spewing
personification of their friend Kirsten's
lick of better judgement
Just another casualty
of a punk rock guy getting all strung out on a normal girl
Falling through the cracks
and getting swept under the rug like a dirty little secret
Like a time in your life you wish you could just leave behind
But I don't cry or feel sorry for myself
Hell no
Instead I absorb the rejection and it becomes a part of me
I take it back with me over to the wrong side of the tracks
I now walk tall whenever I pass the bar where she works
The collar on my vest is up
The wraparound shades are shielding my eyes from the sun
I worked out today and feel tougher than shit
I'm an American nightmare, the leader of the freaks
Blasphemy's child
just a-walkin' the streets.
