“Lily is dancing
on the table
We’ve all been
Pushed
Too far
I guess on days
like this
you know who your
friends are
Just another dead fag
to you that’s all
Just another light missing
on a long taxi ride
taxi ride
And I’m down to
Your last cigarette and
this “We are one” crap
as you’re invading
This thing you call
Love – she smiles
way too much but
I’m glad you’re
on my side, sure
I’m glad you’re on
my side still
You think you deserve
a trust fund
Just because you
Want one
Sure you talk the talk
when you need to
I fear
the whole world is
starting to
Believe you
Just another dead fag
to you that’s all
Just another light missing
in a long taxi line
taxi line
And I’m down to
Your last cigarette and
this “We are one” crap
as you’re invading
This thing you call
Love – she smiles
way too much but
I’m glad you’re
on my side, sure
I’m glad you’re on
my side still
Lily is dancing
on the
table
We’ve all been pushed
Too far today
Even a glamorous
Bitch can be in
need
this is where you know
the honey
from the
Killer bees
I’m glad you’re on
my side
sure
I’m glad you’re on
my side
sure
I’m glad you’re on
my side still
Got a long taxi ride
Got a long taxi ride”
— Tori Amos, “Taxi Ride” —