(Chorus)
She's my special disaster
She's my sweet disease
Her standing ovation brought me down to my knees
Tell me, what's got in ya? Is there a cure?
They came in through the window took the hinges off the door
Show me a place, where I am safe
From the finger of Fate
I'm hiding from my home, I no longer live alone
Strangers come and go on their own
No matter what I do, I can't escape you
I spent my last dollar on a dime
(Chorus)
Open heart surgery won't cure this casualty
Closed door policy won't stop the factory
From grinding up the meat, crushing down the bone
Shoving me in a mold
This massive compilation from Marvin Tate's Chicago ensemble is funny, wildly eclectic, and bursting with energy. Bandcamp Album of the Day Nov 3, 2022
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