Stamina Zita Swoon

I argued with a wounded man
He saying so
And me saying:
"Why can't the beer in my glass
Stop to fizz?"
That insane hiss!
He said:
"Drink up boy
It takes a whole lot a lot
When you're up to your neck in
This!"
Now there are demons all around me
Saying I should taste some of what freedom really is
And that I shouldn't resist
The wealth
Of this oblivion
I used to play with toy guns and toy knives

But my daddy
He never thought me how to kill
He told me how to take the blame
But my daddy
He didn't teach me how to kill

I was told to be discreet
And to be able to take an insult
I was so discreet nobody noticed me momma