Seven Mary Three - Joliet Lyrics
Joliet, she says, is the darkest part of a man?Its angry and slickInto her letters writesThrough herself each timeShe thinks of himTrips her way down southInto mysterys mouthAnd he follows her thereIts what she doesnt sayThat makes you want to stayAnd try to comfort herI talked to the cousins of people who knew youI asked them the questions they expected to hearLike maybe a killing went down in your townMaybe its the prisonOr the birth of barbed wireJoliet, she says, is the darkest part of a man?Its shaped like libertys bellCracked and common lawAnd stretched out over its flawsLike an ink-less wellThe hanging judge in townRecords her comments downShe saves the crowd the truth -And deals with it herselfFills that hollow wellWith nothing left to proveI talked to mountains and streams that pushed through thereI talked to the trees that had no fruit to bearTo the colorless people that sat thereBeneath herCurled up, staredI talked to the cousins of people who knew youI asked them the questions they expected to hearLike maybe a killing went down in your townMaybe its the prisonOr the birth of barbed wireJoliet
