Frances Farmer Will Have Her Revenge On Seattle

It's so relieving to know that you're leaving as soon as you get paid It's so relaxing to hear you're asking wherever you get your way I's so soothing to know that you'll sue me This is starting to sound the same I miss the comfort in being sad In her false withness, we hope you're still with us To see if they gloar or drown Our favorite paitent, A display of patience, Disease-covered Puget Sound She'll come back as fire, to burn all the liars, And leave a blanket of ash on the ground