Lyrics
I come from a place
Where every name
And every place
Seem so familiar
In came miss progress
In her black dress
Look at the mess
She is a killer
Much like you and I
In every case that's made
There has to be a traitor
It's me this time
And I'm trading fun for right
Will I regret the notion later?
Geraldine's the name that comes to mind
When I go back to reminiscing
Abilene's a woman for my childhood
I spent the evenings kissing
I'm a fool for dreaming her alive
And loving something cold and rocky
The homophobic gentlemen
They'll barricade but their efforts couldn't stop me
In came Miss progress
In her black dress
Look at the mess
She is a killer