Love and scandal are the best sweeteners of tea. —Henry Fielding

28 September 2004

Lot's Wife from Caroline, or Change

Murder me God
Down in that basement
Murder my dreams
So I stop wanting
Murder my hope
Of him returning
Strangle the pride
That make me crazy
Make me forget
So I stop grieving
Scour my skin
'Til I stop feelin'
Take Caroline away
'Cause I can't be her
Take her away
I can't afford her
Tear out my heart
Strangle my soul
Turn me to salt
A pillar of salt
A broken storm and then
Caroline
Caroline
From the evil she done lord
Set her free
Set her free
Set me free
Don't let my sorrow
Make evil of me