Rubbermaid Woman

If they can find a superman to get the leader of the Taliban to talk

We can find an artist who would silhouette the Ku Klux Klan in chalk

Put a price on misery deduct it from your destiny and leave a crew of burnouts on the clock

Set the words to melody send the old folks out to sea and leave the children standing at the dock

Mother said when I was born that an outward scorn would build my self esteem

Never learned to play the horn but I could have sworn I'd found a love supreme

Had I not been born above I'd be locked away and making love to a Rubbermaid glove that's filled with Vaseline

I could be out in the cold and still be seeking warmth and gold in the inner trifold of a groupie magazine

I'm not immune to greed but I can't tell the flower from the weed

If they can take the seed who's going to come to perpetuate the breed