Knots

Black sweatband, sticks blur in her hands; she's the drummer

She weaves a beat through Kinks and Deep Purple covers

Can't shake her off

She keeps me tied in knots

I'm tangled from the inside out

Strung out and tired, a funeral-crier; I'm heartsick

So I twist and turn till the ropes start to burn and I'm frantic

All those uptown boys making noise but she just yawns

With a wicked back beat, she flips them off and then she's gone