I am my mother's savage daughter The one who runs barefoot Cursing sharp stones I am my mother's savage daughter I will not cut my hair I will not lower my voice My mother's child is a savage She looks for her omens in the colors of stones In the faces of cats, in the falling
Lay me down In the cold, cold ground Where before many more have gone When they come I will stand my ground Stand my ground I'll not be afraid Thoughts of home Take away my fear Sweat and blood Hide my veil of tears Once a year Say a prayer for me Close your eyes And remember
My dad used to read Dick Tracy as a kid and then read them to me before I learned to read. I think that is where my love for hard boiled noir movies came from. I remember the movie with Warren Beatty and the SEGA game!