Pet Politics

Guard my bed
 While the rain turns the ditches to mirrors
 Buy a vase of carnations from central Ohio
 Where the looking-machine can't hear us
 Deep in the night
 We dream of positions
 There's a line for the phone in the hall
 And in the cold places where Spanish is spoken
 Most wars end in default
 You never know when your pet will go
 Pet politics
 Pet politics
 Pet politics
 Pet politics
 Still wearin' last night's mascara
 Now that her pet was gone for sure
 She was shiverin' so hard
 It looked like there were two of her
 I could see through the sleeve on her blouse
 The plans of her architect lover
 The tattoo of a boarded-up house
 An ink door that belonged to another
 When the rain hits you
 It hits you slow
 Stitch after stitch
 Stitch after stitch
 Stitch after stitch
 Stitch after stitch
 Adam was not the first man
 Though the bible tells us so
 There was one created before him
 Whose name we do not know
 He also lived in the garden
 But he had no mouth or eyes
 One day Adam came to kill him
 And he died beneath these skies
 I find it so amazing how
 I go where I'm led
 I go where I'm led
 I go where I'm led
 I go where I'm led
 I suspect we could be Losing now
 Please guard my bed
 Please guard my bed
 Please guard my bed
 Please guard my bed