So Your Heart
Lydia Lunch, Thurston Moore, J.G. Thirlwell
So your heart may not be broken, we can only hope for the worst
You just can't keep from repeating hand to hand, heart to heart
Break always in the dark and so much less special than the rest
Too many lips to weep a sad and seamy side to the same old storyline
The bitter winds of the last word so stale and so dimly dim
We could have one hell of a time while God, he just turns away
But there's gum in the chairs that dance in my head and how could this be new again
