Tori Amos - Crucify (1992)

Every finger in the room, is pointing at me
I wanna spit in their faces, then I get afraid of what that could bring
I got a bowling ball in my stomach
I got a desert in my mouth
Figures that my courage would choose to sell out now

I've been looking for a savior in these dirty streets
Looking for a savior beneath these dirty sheets
I've been raising up my hands, drive another nail in
Just what God needs, one more victim

Why do we, crucify ourselves, every day
I crucify myself, nothing I do is good enough for you
Crucify myself, every day
I crucify myself
My heart is sick of being
I said my heart is sick of being in chains, oh oh oh
Chains, oh oh oh

Got a kick for a dog, begging for love
I gotta have myself a ring so that I can have my cross
I know a cat named Easter, he says "will you ever learn" ?
You're just an empty cage, girl, if you kill the bird

Why do we, crucify ourselves, every day?
I crucify myself and nothing I do is good enough for you
Crucify myself, oh every day
Crucify myself
My heart is sick of being
I said my heart is sick of being in chains, oh oh oh
Chains, oh oh oh

I crucify myself
My heart is sick of being
I said my heart is sick of being in chains, oh oh oh
Chains, oh oh oh

Please be
Save me
I cry
Looking for a savior in these dirty streets
Looking for a savior beneath these dirty sheets
I've been raising up my hands, drive another nail in
Where are those angels, when you need them?

Why do we, crucify ourselves, every day?
I crucify myself and nothing I do is good enough for you
Crucify myself, oh every day
Crucify myself
And my heart is sick of being
I said my heart is sick of being in chains, oh oh oh
Chains, why do we
Chains
Crucify ourselves
Every day
Ah-ah, ah, ah, ah
Oh, chains
Oh, yeah
Yeah, chains
Ah-ah, ah, ah, ah
Never going back again, oh
Crucify myself again, you know
Never going back again to crucify myself, every day

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