Fat Old Sun

When she said,"Don't waste your words, they're just lies", I cried she was deaf.
And she worked on my face until breaking my eyes,
Then said, "What else you got left?"
It was then that I got up to leave
But she said, "Don't forget, everybody must give something back for something they get".
I stood there and hummed, I tapped on her drum and asked her how come.
And she buttoned her boot,
And straightened her suit, Then she said, "Don't get cute."
So I forced my hands in my pockets and felt with my thumbs,
And gallantly handed her my very last piece of gum.
She threw me outside, I stood in the dirt where ev'ryone walked.
And after finding I'd forgotten my shirt, I went back and knocked.
I waited in the hallway, she went to get it, and I tried to make sense
Out of that picture of you in your wheelchair
That leaned up against . . .Her Jamaican rum and when she did come, I asked her for some.
She said, "No, dear."I said, "Your words aren't clear,You'd better spit out your gum.
"She screamed till her face got so red then she fell on the floor,
And I covered her up and then thought I'd go look through her drawer.
And, when I was throughI filled up my shoe
And brought it to you. And you, you took me in, you loved me then
You didn't waste time. And I, I never took much, I never asked for your crutch.
Now don't ask for mine.