Texty: Tori Amos. Taxi Ride.

Ha, ha, ha, ha. Ha, ha, ha.
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,
(Down to)
This "we are one" crap as you're invading,
(Down to this)
This thing you call 'love'- she smiles way too much, but,
(Come down)
I'm glad you're on my side.
(Ha, ha, ha, ha, sure)
I'm glad you're on my side, still.
(Ha, ha, ha.)


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,
(Down to)
This "we are one" crap as you're invading,
(Down to this)
This thing you call 'love'- she smiles way too much, but,
(Come down)
I'm glad you're on my side.
(Ha, ha, ha, ha, sure)
I'm glad you're on my side, still.
(Ha, ha, ha.)


Lily is dancing on the table.
(Lily is dancing on again.)
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,
(Ha, ha, ha, ha, sure.)
I'm glad you're on my side,
(Ha, ha, ha, ha, sure.)
I'm glad you're on my side, still.
(Ha, ha, ha.)
Got a long taxi ride. Got a long taxi ride.