The Prize
words and music Stephen Barling
mama's in the basement pickin' up corn
daddy's in the pillbox waitin' to be born
little baby screamin', little baby cy
she don't wanna die
scratching up a livin', tryin' to pay the rent
check is in the mail tell me where is heaven sent
turns up in the paper, written on page 4
ain't gonna wait no more
there are lies and there are
things we compromise
but still we must adhere
for the prize
brickin' in the basement, fillin' up with wine
dinner from the mortuary - grimmer while we dine
plan to hold the motor, plan to till the vine
almost anytime
nothin' left to live for, 'cept a baby wail
nothin' left to give 'cept a bucket for to bail
nothin' left to see 'cept a wishbone or a nail
so we're settin' sail
there are lies and there are
things we compromise
but still we must adhere
for the prize
we lie, check is in the mail I
we lie, check is in the mail
© 1991 GNILSONGS
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