smashing (medea's thunder eyes)
Well Medea wasn't no pussycat.
Medea was closer to a rat.
Now you know all about that
I can get on with where it's at.
Don't shuffle the cards one more time.
Don't count t' ten before you look.
Don't think there's victimless crimes
Or open your fake book.
Don't say to the devil,
Thanks for nothing, I'll be seein' ya.
Don't make a casket without a bevel.
And don't cross the woman called Medea.
Don't count on early morning
With its crystalline sunrise
Or breakfast in bed
T' take the thunder from Medea's eyes.
Don't go quiet when they ask,
"Well is it yes or is it no?"
Don't say, "Yes" when the task
Is t' find dandruff in the snow.
And don't think ya need a weatherman
T' know which way Medea blows.
Medea doesn't do glasses
Medea doesn't do passes.
Medea doesn't hem and haw,
Pussyfoot or equivocate.
Medea doesn't do guesses.
Medea doesn't do yeses.
Even thunder rolls out of
Medea's eyes is afraid to be late.
Well he knew all this before he started
Hand in hand he and Medea departed
To the wedding chapel in death's acrid skies,
For he had the wellspring of human hope
And what others called Medea's rope
He couldn't get enough of in Medea's thunder eyes.
Some are born that way
Some get it when they pray.
Some find it with the sound of different drumming.
Medea didn't say
And Medea didn't pray
And Medea never even saw it coming.