CORNER OF HER EYE

Words & Music by Robert McKean

She said why me Lord, I said why not
She said hey what do you mean
And I asked what you got

She said, everybody is off the train
Let’s stay inside ‘cuz you wrack my brain
And no one’s here to meet me at this stop

Chorus:
She makes me wanna fly
She hangs me out to dry
She sees me through the
Corner of her eye

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A distant conversation
And a lonesome congregation
Take me to an unknown destination all alone

But history is just a book
The professor says as he takes a look
At empty seats with summer still months away

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I stood before the king and queen
They stood inside a time machine
Smiling sweetly, come along they said

I saw the bodies given freely
I saw the bodies piled neatly
Like a deck of cards but the king has lost his head

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They kiss goodbye as she waves a flag
But he comes home in a plastic bag
Some medieval Great Crusade that’s lost in time

Has everybody died inside
Or are we just trying to hide
Our nightmares in secret passages in our minds

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Nicaragua Afghanistan 
Cambodia and Viet Nam
So far from home before they’ve tasted life

An M-16, a can of Spam 
An IOU from Uncle Sam
Too young to vote but old enough to die

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The poison pouring through my mind
Is louder than the passing time
My head is filled with words I disbelieve

Truth gets smaller every day
It’s stolen by the ones who say
My life ain’t right unless I’m just like you

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God said once before the fall
Take my advice and kill them all
And in my name leave no one left to cry

Take their daughters, kill their sons
In this way shall my will be done
Your one great truth is just another lie

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Let my hand reach up through time
Let me turn their blood to wine
Let my revenge grind their dreams to dust

An angry God a need to kill
A loving God is better still
I might believe that either one can hear

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Last Chorus:
She makes me wanna fly
I’m reaching out to dry
A teardrop in the corner of her eye


© 2004 Snarling Panda Productions