Song for Marion Brown

Are you bitter?

Are you tight?

Is your jaw permanently white?

From years of explaining how you feel

Through an emboucher of steel

With a saxophone in one hand

Peeling out a music made of fire

Critics calls

Can be cold

With new things saving the old

Hubcaps and lawnmower blades

Homemade drums lined up along the stage

engines twist into song

Well I don't have to tell you

Well I don't have to tell you

They're charging admission now

But you don't care

Well you never cared

They're charging admission now

For your baby teeth

And a lock of hair

They're charging admission now

Well you do care

Well of course you care

Too many clubs

To recall

Scattered lumps exploding as they fall

You left the old structures to rust

While the Capricorn moon gathers dust

Now the box sets are moving in the malls

And I don't have to tell you

Well I don't have to tell you

They're charging admission now

But you don't care

Well you never cared

They're charging admission now

For your baby teeth

And a lock of hair

They're charging admission now

Well you do care

Well of course you care

Well I don't have to tell you...