Текст песни Rickie Lee Jones - Howard
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The spirits of her abortion had manifested...The spirits of all her abortions manifested themselves into the furniture in the roomThere would be a chair waiting, smiling, the pictures on the wall watched her in disbeliefShe`d go carry the garbage out to the sidewalk and come back in and sit with all her children inanimate, petrified foreverA little boy named Howard, everybody knows one of those guys in school who kills everything he finds,Every little cat, every mouse, every dog, likes to burn his sister with cigarettesDiabolical schemes, everything has been conspired, the doors wiredThat`s `cause those south Americans tied him up in a chair,He was doing that dope deal, he never got over thatYou`re just made of words, you`re just made of sounds