It's Alright - No Address

Most nights she keeps a very sharp knife

next to a burning stove.

So hot that the water tops off

and she tumbles down onto the floor.

She holds her head in her hands.

What a cruel heaven she must have.

But it’s all right

it’s all right

it’s just a hard old world

and we both know

it’s all right.

Her hand grabs a heavy lead pipe

the one that used to let her know

How hard her Daddy could hit

she remembers that on the floor.

Heard the man for mayor

did this thing

so you crossed the street

to let him see

long time since that weekend

fling and he got to see his old sweetie

all grown.