This is a play that takes place in a freezer
Count your blessings, it's far removed
From your group of peers
From your circle
Five little rooms, one for each of my husbands
One for each of my bridegrooms,
And their prostitutes
And their children
Take a breath of the scenery, all this
Someday could be yours
Cross your heart, click your heels and get the
Hell away
All this could be yours, someday
All this could be yours, someday
All this could be yours, someday
All this could be yours
Hung on a pole right next to a McDonald's
In a suburban shopping mall
At half mast again
Between shootings
All this could be yours, someday
All this could be yours, someday
All this could be yours, someday
All this could be yours, someday
All this could be yours, someday
All this could be yours, someday
All this could be yours, someday
All this could be yours, someday
