Author: C. E. Chaffin
Killing the Goddess Bm
Dime store bargains, plastic rings and tiny books to read
Tumbled from the stocking of your mothera€™s empty creed.
In the hollow of her sock
Thata€™s where you came to call
Till you discovered with a shock
She wasna€™t there at all.
Pawing through her papers and the jars of Vaseline
You inhaled vapors to reverse what you had been--
Doo-doo-doo-doo-doo bury the b***
Doo-doo-doo-doo-doo scratch a new itch
Dee-dee-dee-dee-dee ball up your hand
Dee-dee-dee-dee-dee act like a man
Gone the white cocoon you thought would shelter you for good.
Now the tindera€™s burned the box, ita€™s looking for new wood.
Do not light that fire again
Therea€™s nothing left to blaze
Mother has expired again
So crawl out through the haze.
You were so beclouded that you thought her dream was real.
With her body shrouded, you must learn to wheel and deal--
Funny how a vacuum burns inside our deepest core
After ita€™s vacated by Madonna and the Whore
Women we idealize
As idols and repose
Lest we stop to realize
Wea€™re stalking our own ghost.
There is no redeeming of the chrysalis she wove.
Time to take an ax and clear Dianaa€™s sacred grove--