The Fear

Well I'm fillin in for Gracie Roberts tonight, yeah 
  I'm feelin very sorry that it hasn't rained all year 
  I'm feelin very sorry that I, that I've got the fear 
  It's taking time to sort through my winding mind 
  When i can smell her on my neck 
  (yeah) 
  You've got to, you've got to run away 
  You've got to, you've got to find a way, baby 
  You've got to fade away 
  Until there's no one left but you 
  The ship is down 

  Skins is on the sidewalk 
  Filling things with acid 
  Mom is in the kitchen 
  Crying for her father 
  Meaningless as music 
  Making as amusements 
  Slides into the doorway 
  Chattering like horseplay 
  I am, I am sending you a love letter from hell 

  Fuck the boys, fuck all the boys 
  Fuck girls while you're at it 
  Load into a limousine 

  Well I'm fillin in for Gracie Roberts tonight, yeah 
  I'm feelin very sorry that it hasn't rained all year 
  I'm feelin very sorry that I that ive got the fear 
  It's taking time to sort through my winding mind 
  When I can smell her on my neck 
  (yeah) 
  You've got to, you've got to run away 
  You've got to, you've got to find a way, baby 
  You've got to fade away 
  'Til there's no one left but you 
  The ship is down