* FOREVER UNABLE *

BROWN ST. POSSE'S MOAPIN' ALONG
THEY'VE GOT THEIR SLUMPS ALL IN A ROW
REASSURING THEIR COUNTERPARTS
THAT THEY'VE GOT NO PLACE TO GO

AN UNHEALTHY BOTTLE OF SELFISHNESS
ECLIPSING MY COMPASSION
EVERYTHING WARM I HAVE IS TRASH
TO A QUICK COMPARISON LIKE YOURS

FOREVER UNABLE TO RELATE, TO COMPENSATE, TO UNDERSTAND
WHAT IT MEANS TO BE MAN

WOMEN TO THEM AIN'T GOT NO SOUL
THEY'RE JUST HE-MAN WOMAN HATERS
BE KINDA CUTE IN NURSERY SCHOOL
BUT YOU'RE A QUARTER CENTURY OLD

A PROBLEM WITH FAITH I UNDERSTAND
BUT THE FLIPSIDE MAKES 'EM BARK
PREACHING NO PROPER USE FOR CATS
WELL WHO'D WANT A WORTHLESS HEART LIKE YOURS

Written by
Steven Gullett
copyright 1996