wandering daughter

i am the wanderers wandering daughter wrestle the pestle for the sake of the mortar i love as i breathe and leave as i live my cast iron shields a titanium sieve and a castle thats built on confusion and doubt is a nickel within and a dollar without just when the shoes seem so big i cant win i fill my own sneakers and take off again i am the wanderers wandering daughter take all my pain and i mix it with water its sunny its sweet and i dont purple stuff it one day by the way i met little miss muffet i blew my mind with the stuff that i taught her i am the wanderers wandering daughter i said if a spider should sit down beside you tell him your name and then tell him the truth a great hairy spider appeared there and then and the holes in my soul started letting in wind i felt like a lamb being led to the slaughter i am the wanderers wandering daughter she said im miss muffet im very afraid but something inside me is making me stay i know deep down that if i run away ill just meet more spiders and still feel the same the spider he smiled and said how is this true when i am so terribly smaller than you? my web it just went in the way the wind blew what i was in for i hadnt a clue he touched her face gently with six of his legs and licked from her chin a speck of curds and whey when i was certain theyd both be okay i tightened my laces and i walked away as i walked away i was feeling excluded wishing my impulses werent diluted the muscle i hustle is real for my friends but the musclei keep for myself is pretend i am the wanderers wandering daughter travel the land and i live like a martyr the things that i do arent the things that i teach if i spend my time practicing when will i preach? i do what i must as you do what you oughta i am the wanderers wandering daughter take all my pain and mix it with water i am the wanderers wandering daughter im lost and alone and im fair and im free you am what you is and i are who i be what im lacking in strength i make up for in smarts you keep your stability ill keep my heart fear finds october emotions are juices beat around bushes and make up excuses go out for ceruleans come home with chartreuses snip and cut bonsais and turn them to spruces miss muffet called me and she said dont cry real friends are friends until after they die still i romanticize all this disorder i am the wanderers wandering daughter hop the next bus and run for the border i am the wanderers wandering daughter give you my life if you give me a quarter i am the wanderers wandering daughter so long its been good to know ya so long its been good to know ya so long its been good to know ya ive got to be moving along