Every finger in the roomIs pointing at meI wanna spit in their facesThen I get afraid of what that could bringI got a bowling ball in my stomachI got a desert in my mouthFigures that my courage would choose to sell out nowI've been looking for a savior in these dirty streetsLooking for a savior beneath these dirty sheetsI've been raising up my handsDrive another nail inJust what God needsOne more victim
-Tori Amos
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