Cut to the bone of repentance.

Dorthy thought romance would flip the bill for love.
A few escapades carelessly tossed across the table her way.
Empty lines without substance only buys a little time.
In the end Dorthy was enslaved by circumstance an shame.

Cut to the bone of repentance.

A yellow brick road of drug addiction.
She's now a social butterfly on the local corners at night.
City lights in each holds empty promises.
Dorthy is so very far away from home a child crying in the night.

Cut to the bone of repentance.

Pop another pill for depression home is always a phone call away.
Sing another song of lost innocence, while walking at night in the rain.
Off to see the Wizard of romance a conman of love who holds her heart tight.
Self esteem is a distant memory on the horizon of innocence a castaway on a sea of denial.

Cut to the bone of repentance.

Catholic girl on her knees in another nameless hotel room.
Hoping a stranger will leave the money on the table before walking out the door.
A few empty lines of false promises in a bar has left her body enslaved to Aids.
Dorthy is so far away from Kansas falling into a abyss of forever more.
She still keeps a rosary in her pocket, and prays to Mary even harder then before.

Cut to the bone of repentance.

A cold April morning just another day upon the concrete jungle.
In a empty dirty alley behind a dumpster a lifeless body of lost innocence cast
a shadow upon the winds of today.
Clothes half torn in a pool of shallow blood she drifts in eternal sleep.
Dorthy fell prey to empty promises the Illusion of a empty dream.



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