Your head climbs round on her neck side
And slips into her ear,
she saddles your back
fits wheels within your folds
plants grass and tree seeds inside your bowls.

When your leg has grown so long she holds it on with tongs.
pours water through your lungs,
you get a new goo bun
when she's gone unspun

She's got the power of the bag, all the city bows in drag.
She's like a hooked up swing set in the back that plays cymbals and drums real fast.
And on her front stoop gate go boo birds up sticking out of plates with copper feather second hand hoop skirts and out of them all flow cool clothes for the poor,
But ever since you smelled the soap roads you have a 14year old green garden hose in your hand and you like to make it twist and bend

She's shoveling out shirts from your mouth,
they're all tongue tied to the operating table pointing out your face's mess,
you swallowed down your mouth apple bell with play mobile and unpopped babble,
read out loud from a whole board of scrabble

(Ab)She's a spider on a fly unzipped on your (B)phone placed gently on your back you yell at the (Eb)dog and cry for the door upset online she screams your name oh man they say when you have nothing more to give it's hard for a mother so hard for a mother maybe you have a secret brother or two or more summers here now you know she takes another year down in a war zone you got to sing slow sounds in the undertowns of Idaho, so you got a home I know, put it in oh oh I have a lot of yeah yeah..you know

She's got the power of the bag, all the city bows in drag. She's like a hooked up swing set in the back that plays cymbals and drums real fast.
And on her front stoop gate go boo birds up sticking out of plates with copper feather second hand hoop skirts and out of them all flow cool clothes for the poor,
But ever since you smelled the soap roads you have a 14year old green garden hose in your hand and you like to make it twist

And then you glance at her hand as she towels off the water on each finger a ring with a mirror to some slaughter. You've got no kites, nothing but a tutu, nothing for a fight, nothing you can do, but she's got the porns of all the big horn gurus and the manes of the horses and torques of the turn stools, and the machines of the future when the radioactive symbols tick like ancient hieroglyphics, you won't know how high the cliff is when it comes out to show, she dresses it up in nuclear donut.

Cause she's got the power of the bag like I don't know how
Among all the people she gets a perfect score

She's got the power of the bag like I don't know
Among all the people she gets a perfect score
Yeah, she's got the power of the bag
All the city bows in drag
She's like a hooked up swing set in the back that plays cymbals and drums real fast.

And on her front stoop gate go boo birds up sticking out of plates with copper feather second hand hoop skirts and out of them all flow cool clothes

Yeah, she's got the power of the bag
All the city bows in drag
Everybody's gonna be real glad
She's got the big old world up in her bag.


It's a big old world up in her bag


a big world all up in her bag