From the brightest star
Comes the blackest hole
You had so much to offer

Why did you offer your soul?
I was there for you baby
When you needed my help

Would you deny for others
What you demand for yourself?


Cool down mama, cool off
Cool down mama, cool off


You speak of signs and wonders
I need something other
I would believe if I was able

But I'm waiting on the crumbs from your table

You were pretty as a picture

It was all there to see
Then your face caught up with your psychology
With a mouth full of teeth

You ate all your friends
And you broke every heart thinking every heart mends


You speak of signs and wonders
But I need something other
I would believe if I was able

But I'm waiting on the crumbs from your table

Where you live should not decide

Whether you live or whether you die
Three to a bed
Sister Ann, she said

Dignity passes by

And you speak of signs and wonders

But I need something other
I would believe if I was able
I'm waiting on the crumbs from your table