The Tongue Of Throwaways

(Nina Simone into the mango grove)

how do they not have the time
don't have to twist my arm to pick a fight
under the stars, a devil-sky
until the stones are thrown & red

(Nina Simone into the mango grove)

now do they know the combine
little twist of the arm is like a shock
under the slowly fading sky
until the stones are thrown & red

you got it / you're the tongue of throwaways
& how i nearly turned to go away
oh, darling, you know i'm a throwaway
oh, all i really want is your love