| Parachute |
|---|
| She wants to glide in a parachute |
| Paper-thin |
| She feels so large up there |
| Looking down at them |
| Oh, fire up the forgiving |
| You, are you dead or living? |
| Another day, another fifteen cents |
| Where is my tiger, he? |
| s over the fence |
| You never tell her |
| What she needs to hear |
| Just keep her guessing |
| You fill her up with doubt and fear |
| Oh, fire up the forgiving |
| You, are you dead or living? |
| Another day, another fifteen cents |
| Where is my tiger, he? |
| s over the fence |
| You, with your loud pride |
| Mixed with Haitian rum |
| You with your sidestepping |
| The decay of your love |
| You sit and smoke with a stranger |
| Don? |
| t stay too long |
| I know that you said she was crazy |
| But you needed someone |
| Oh, fire up the forgiving |
| You, are you dead or living? |
| Another day, another fifteen cents |
| Where is my tiger, he? |
| s over the fence |
