wild orphan

you're standing out in the corridor

of the worst hotel that you've ever dreamed

a frayed linoleum paradise

where you walk on cash and you calloused heels and

oh

to count the cost of no returning

no

when innocence is lost

you just keep turning wild

my wild orphan child

my orphan child

my orphan wild in the wilderness

and you look a little like jodie foster

12 years old but your eyes are 35

and that's no joking matter

you've got no body hair and nobody cares

but no

you know it all

i can't deny it

cute

with razor blade in pocket

well

i don't buy it

and so when i see you smile

it only makes me want to cry

my wild orphan child

my orphan wild in the world

i saw you

babe

at the mirabelle

feeding oysters from the half shell

oh

but you're such a busy girl

you say

i know where the real money is found

inside of a hopelessness and yearning

yes

and cold is what to be

to touch the burning flame i see