Pancake

Tori Amos · The Original Bootlegs [2005]

I'm not sure who's fooling who here

As I'm watching your decay

We both know you could deflate

A 7 hurricane

Seems like you and your tribe

Decided you'd rewrite the law

Segregate the mind

From body from soul



You give me yours

I'll give you mine

'Cause I can look your god

Right in the eye

You give me yours

I'll give you mine

You used to look my god

Right in the eye



I believe in defending

In what we once stood for

It seems in vogue to be a closet

Misogynist homophobe

A change of course in our direction

A dash of truth spread thinly

Like a flag on a popstar

On a benzodiazapene



You give me yours

I'll give you mine

'Cause I can look your god

Right in the eye

You give me yours

I'll give you mine

You used to look my god

Right in the eye



Oh Sion please

Remove your glove

And dispel every trace

Of his spoken word

That has lodged

In my vortex



I'm not sure who's fooling who here

As I'm watching our decay

We both know you could deflate

A 7 hurricane

You could have spared her - oh but no

Messiahs need people dying in their name

You could have spared her - oh but no

Messiahs need people dying in their name

You say "I ordered you a pancake"

You say "I ordered you a pancake"