Son Of The South
by Afghan Whigs
From the album: Up in It
Track 8 of 13 on Up in It (1990).
Duration: 4:11
Lyrics for Son Of The South
Jane had a bottle of pills She kept beside her bed She took a couple when the sky came falling down What do you see in me She used to say out loud I see myself in a year If i'm still around And I don't feed the doll No, no No, no No, no Jane used to touch herself To make it go away The loneliness that would follow her all around And hold her pretty hand And wanna be her friend And hold the ceiling when the sky came falling down No Better no Let her know I'm in I don't really need you But since you're here Tell me all about yourself my dear Are you queer? Tell me about it Tell me about it Tell me about it No Tell me about it Tell me about it Tell me about it What happened to your wrists? Do you need some help I can't be checking on you like this all the time You want some help You need somebody else You know you ain't gonna be mine