Lyrics The Knee - Horse Feathers

The Knee

With speed just run the door’s about to close
Her man just works to put his pay up his nose
There’s no baby to lay upon her chest
This man’s attached to her hip and worse her breast
About to tie a know that just won’t hold
So i’m told
Her whitest dress had worn to a gray
They lived on pennies and heels of bread everyday
About to tie a know that just won’t hold
They’re doing all the things they could
Except the few they knew that just should
As their t.V.
Would whine
They’d let the racket pass the time
Watching better lives just out of reach
As they’re forecasting grief
They’re picking pockets from a thief
While softly screaming woe is me
To my wife to be
We’ll take our time
I’ll take the knee
A better life’s within our reach
There’s no forecasting grief
Or picking pockets from a thief
Or softly screaming woe is me
There’s no babies to lay upon her chest
There’s a man attached to her hip and worse her breast