/the ballad of George, the lover/ (philo viveró)

what would it take to push / push the curtains aside?
what would it take to get behind the walls
that those scared girls have built up?
a rapist sits poised / and tries to get inside
and when he does he only breaks her wings he's
too dull to grok the beauty that he breaks

he can only look to George's eyes
and ask of him "oh why?
why George is she limp in my arms?
tell me George, tell me why?"
then wait for George's / staccato reply

the rapist lies limp / limp in the girl's arms
but that's no consolation for violation
her words grow serrated and icy sharp
the scared girl flits away / away on a wasp's wings
the rapist was the butterfly's cocoon
"what a sad metamorphosis" i said

my head is bowed, my gaze is down
i see a gleam in the corner of my eye
the blood pours out my body now
the butterfly flits away
so we recall George's / staccato reply
[music bridge - happy dancy]

and when i stroke her cheek / and remove her lace thing
watch it fall away then in that moment
her cotton wisp touches the ground
my head is bowed, my gaze is down
i see a gleam in the corner of my eye

"why George must it be this way?
can't she live normal again?
is what i've done a sin?"
brace for George's staccato reply

what would it take to push / push the curtains aside?
what would it take to get behind the walls
that those scared girls have built up?
a rapist sits poised / and tries to get inside
and when he does he only breaks her wings he's
too dull to grok the beauty that he breaks
he can only look to George and ask "why?"
then wait for George's / staccato reply

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ba da ba ba ba buh bah
ba da de ba de ba ba mmm hmm...
mmm hmmm mmm hmmm aaahh