(Any musicians out there who feel inspired to put this to song are enthusiastically invited to do so. Make any changes to the lyrics you like.)
Well they met on Craigslist after decades of failure
He moved out of his dad’s house and into her trailer
He’d been a virgin for forty-nine years
She had an eye patch and a heart full of tears
They started laughing and loving, asking questions in turns
She showed him her implants and cigarette burns
He showed her the pills he took to silence the screams
They started building a paradise out of old rusty dreams
Come on take my hand,
it ain’t too little too late
I just thank god you’re here,
that was a hell of a wait
Now you with your nunchucks
and I with my axe
We will take on all comers,
we will fight back to back
He knew karate, she knew kung fu
They were totally clueless, they knew just what to do
Beating up bad guys and conjuring spells
Weaving all kinds of heaven from the boneyards of hell
One day she told him, "Get out while ya can,
My demons are ugly, there's blood on my hands
I been stretched out and ruined through decades of pain
You’d best pack your bags now and be on your way”
He told her “You’re beautiful just as you are
Your body, your nightmares, your sins and your scars
I know you know this ain’t no summer fling
You might be missing some fingers but you can still wear my ring"
Come on take my hand,
it ain’t too little too late
I just thank god you’re here,
that was a hell of a wait
Now you with your nunchucks
and I with my axe
We will take on all comers,
we will fight back to back
He knew karate, she knew kung fu
He taught her nunchucks, she taught him to screw
He found her a ring in an old raven's nest
She showed him the cross on her pregnancy test
Well summer cooled over and turned into spring
He made tiny nunchucks out of rattles and string
Baby came roaring out and they named her Lao Sue
And he taught her karate, and she taught her kung fu
Come on take my hand,
it ain’t too little too late
I just thank god you’re here,
that was a hell of a wait
Now you with your nunchucks
and I with my axe
We will take on all comers,
we will fight back to back
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How beautiful. I had a love late in life. We both came to each other scarred from the past and we used what we had to take on the world. He died and I am left to grieve, to cry, to find a way to take up the fight. I hope a musician puts these lyrics to music.
Like all of us in this corrupt culture - wounded, confused and with little hope. May light come to our broke-ass culture and a new day dawn...