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I've got a scream inside

I've got a scream inside like a purple cloud exploding
whilst I'm cooking for the kids and trying to be like
normal - but my old man he's sitting with his feet up
- I guess that's what men do at the end of a long, hard
day? Hey! whatever happened to all those high ideals,
when dreams were as cheap as a penny chew - and
you were a princess walking through the wasteland
that surrounded the world in which you grew.

Oh - Oh - I can feel this crazy scream coming, it sure
doesn't mix with suburban life – but you should know
exactly your position - you're highly qualified,
turned vegetarian, born again mother and born again
wife. Oh no - this sensation is really growing, going
to fill my mouth with a hurricane of air - when it
comes out the room will start spinning and I'll no
longer be there, be there…

I'll be striding across the wasteland, feeling like a
princess, because the wasteland exists no matter where
you are - I'm going to phone up to heaven from my mobile telephone
and ask God to send me a real flash car,
then I'll cruise along a fast, smooth, highway,
with my hair flowing free and my heart on fire - and when Eddie wakes
from his endless sleeping and asks what happened to our desire,
all he's going to hear is my voice repeating, I'm gone, I'm gone, I'm gone ..


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