Crumbs From Your Table
From the brightest starComes the blackest holeYou had so much to offerWhy did you offer your soul?I was there for you, babyWhen you needed my helpWould you deny for othersWhat you demand for yourself?
Cool down mama, cool offCool down mama, cool off
You speak of signs and wondersI need something otherI would believe if I was ableBut I'm waiting on the crumbs from your table
You were pretty as a pictureIt was all there to seeThen your face caught up with your psychologyWith a mouth full of teethYou ate all your friendsAnd you broke every heart thinking every heart mends
You speak of signs and wondersBut I need something otherI would believe if I was ableBut I'm waiting on the crumbs from your table
Where you live should not decideWhether you live or whether you dieThree to a bedSister Ann, she saidDignity passes by
And you speak of signs and wondersBut I need something otherI would believe if I was ableI'm waiting on the crumbs from your table