Mattress Woman Blues
Woman on my mattress
Prejudice in my woman
Woman on the dance floor
But I want more
Just a little more
Than that

I ask have I gone crazy
Or will I go insane?
My body says I'm lazy
And I live with my shame
But I want more
Just a little more

The train waits in the station
I wonder where it will go

My memory start-a shaking
My breaks they start-a breaking
My lips they have been aching
For hours without end
I can't pretend
I'm fine this way

When I was just a baby
My mama told me, Son
It never gets any better
Than the doing which has been done
Will I get fine
When I have paid my time?
The minute I get friendly
I seem to mess it up

When I see a woman
And I think she looks fine
And I feel I'm a man
I get judged for this crime
By some silly women
Who h a t e men

It's obvious we are different
And it is obvious we do our best
Should we perhaps judge nature
Or should feel that we are blessed
Like the rest
In this God-forsaken heaven

Language is a slow train
Feelings are intense

Music & lyrics: Lars Eriksson