Fast Horse Songtext

von Tori Amos

How can I be drunk?
You strike with dry poison
I am possessed
Still engaged in some kind of advanced shackling

Girl, you got to find you the man
Who can smoke this out, bad medicine
Girl, you got to find you the man
Who can smoke this out, good medicine would say

You got you a fast horse, darling
But all you do is complain it ain't a Maserati
You had a soul that you left back in Memphis
But your mama ain't New York she is pure Tennessee

On a desert highway
I am struck by my own rage
Timebomb in his palm
A finger Apple augments this advanced shackling

Girl, you got to find you the man
Who can smoke this out, bad medicine
Girl, you got to find you the man
Who can smoke this out, good medicine would say

You got you a fast horse, darling
But all you do is complain it ain't a Maserati
You had a soul that you left back in Memphis
But your mama ain't New York she is pure, can't you see

You got you a fast horse, darling
But all you do is complain it ain't a Maserati
You had a soul that you left back in Memphis
But your mama ain't New York she is pure, can't you see

Your mama ain't New York she is pure Tennessee