Butterfly
©1981 Andrew Calhoun, unreleased
I'll never be ready to work for you, Mister,
I'll never be ready to work in your shop
'Cause I can't spit on my mother and father
And I'm not ready to make the drop
The butterfly flew like a prophet in jeopardy
The butterfly flew, a message for me and you
The butterfly flew, the prince of identity
Into an icy wind
The butterfly flies no more
The butterfly learned the score
The butterfly hangs on the wall
An act of war
Frozen, and neatly pinned
We on earth live in fear
We know the danger here
Dead people built this town
Dead people underground
Dead people overhead
Dead people in your bed
Do not raise up your hand
This is the promised land
Keep us from neverland
Dead people sing
Bring me an oxcart
Show me a bleeding heart
Set like a stone
On God's golden ring
You'd better look out, Sue
When the men see your virtue
They'll try to suck it out of you
And claim it for their own
You'd better look out, Joe
When they see you walkin' slow
Think you're someone that they know
And they call you by some funny name
repeat first verse