Ani Difranco - Coming Up Lyrics

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Our father who art in a penthouse sits in his 37th floor suite

And swivels to gaze down at the city he made me in

He allows me to stand and solicit graffiti until

He needs the land i stand on

I in my darkened threshold am pawing through my pockets

The receipts the bus schedules the matchbook phone numbers

The urgent napkin poems all of which laundering has rendered

Pulpy and strange loose change and a key

Ask me go ahead ask me go ahead ask me

Go ahead ask me if i care

I got the answer here i wrote it down somewhere

I just gotta find it

Somebody and their spray paint got too close

Somebody came on too heavy

Now look at me made ugly by the drooling letters

I was better off alone ain't that the way it is

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They don't know the first thing but you don't know that

Until they take the first swing

My fingers are red and swollen from the cold

I'm getting bold in my old age

So go ahead try the door it doesn't matter anymore

I know the weak hearted are strong willed

And we are being kept alive

Until we're killed he's up there

The the ice is clinking in his glass

It's little pieces of paper

I don't ask

I just empty my pockets and wait

It's not fate it's just circumstance

I don't fool myself with romance

I just live phone number to phone number

Dusting them against my thighs

In the warmth of my pockets

Which whisper history incessantly asking me ?where were you??

I lower my eyes wishing i could cry more

And care less yes it's true

I was trying to love someone again

I was caught caring bearing weight

But i love this city this state this country is too large

And whoever's in charge

They better take the elevator down

And put more than change in our cup

Or else we are coming up

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