Unplugged

The ceiling's too familiar
 Laying slackjawed on my back
 and words spill out like puzzles
 as she tries to fill the gap
 But my lover's not my mother
 And the hands that wipe my ass
 Are the hands that once caressed me
 I don't want them to detest me
 And I will not burden those I love
 I will not be a spoon fed bird
 Or beg for mercy from above
 Oh, let my cord become unplugged
 The man from Holland left the room
 But he never left his bed
 On his brithday after brandy
 he chose angel choirs instead
 The first one was for sleeping
 The next one took his breath
 His wife left his bedside to reflect
 In a rocking chair, with a cigarette
 And I will not burden those I love
 I will not be a spoon fed bird
 Or beg for mercy from above
 Oh, let my cord become unplugged
 I will not burden those I love
 I will not be be a spoon fed bird
 Or beg for mercy from above
 Oh, let my cord
 Oh, let my cord become unplugged