Sons Into Daughters Elliott Smith

In Storyville that fucked up cop
Hipped on prescription pills
That brought my heart to a stop
I want to tell you
There's a riot coming
Like a drug in the water
A punch in the stomach
Makes sons into daughters
I met a girl on the square
Who taught me how to kill my cares
Once that’s done, man, there's nothing to do
Time's running backwards for me and you
There's a riot coming
Like a drug in the water
A punch in the stomach
Makes sons into daughters
My body's running but I don't see why it bothers
Sent down to jail with this friend of mine
Who wouldn't close both eyes
But kept one shut all the time
To cover the thing he was scared of
While he watched with the other
There was a riot coming
Like a drug in the water
A punch in the stomach
Makes sons into daughters
There’s a riot coming
There’s a riot coming
There’s a riot coming