Letras
The shopping bag ladies
They live in the terminal waiting room
Patiently whiling their hours away
Desperately keeping their demons at bay
Making up lies about times that were good
Extolling the virtues of motherhood
Staunchly defending their sanity
Clutching one last shred of vanity
Fixing a kerchief she wears on her head
Covered with posies and lilacs in blues and in reds
Don't pity me, don't pity me
Beautiful bastard boy
I'll be just how I am
I'll be just how I am
The shopping bag ladies
It's not that well known
But they're really in vogue
The latest in fashions their tastes are so true
Sweat socks and sneakers, a sweater or two
And safely behind the walls they have made
Secure in their brown paper barricades
Worldly possessions they'll not have to lose
Lightweight emotional refuse
They rant and they rave
They're mad and they're crazy
And that's how they stay free
Don't pity me, don't pity me
Beautiful bastard boy
I'll be just how I am
I'll be just how I am
The shopping bag ladies
It's hard to believe
But once they were children