pale purple nipples
goose pimpled
she shivers shifts from a walk to a trot

alone in the city
infested with faces
immune to new friendships

interested in places she's never seen
she says everything is grey here
and nothing is green

the girls from down the street
sixteen, seventeen years old
you can smell them getting pregnant

you can hear their rock and roll
that's america
you have to be tough

like a glad trash bag
the government's an old nag
with a good pedigree

but pedigree's don't help you and me
I see the precedent is grey here
and nothing is green

unless something unforseen happens
I'm surrounded by the haves
they say I can have some too

just because of what I do
do they think a lot
about those who have not

or does it just distract them
from what they do
most of us have grey

except for those who can pay
for green
I'm torn

I'm torn
rejecting outfits offered me
regretting things I've worn

when I was still playing roles
to fill holes
in my conception of who I am

you know, now I understand
it's not important to be defined
it's only important to use your time well

well time is something nobody can buy
and nobody can sell you
so don't let anybody tell you

they have the advantage
because all the grey people can say every day
doesn't mean anything

if your mind is green

pale purple nipples

goose pimpled
she shivers shifts from a walk to a trot
alone in the city

infested with faces
immune to new friendships
interested in places she's never seen

she says everything is grey here
otherwise I'd stay here
but I'm looking for green

just like every human being