 Howard lyrics ( Rickie lee jones )   
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Artist : Rickie lee jones
Song : Howard
The spirits of her abortion had manifested...
The spirits of all her abortions manifested
themselves into the furniture in the room
There would be a chair waiting, smiling, the
pictures on the wall watched her in disbelief
She’d go carry the garbage out to the sidewalk
and come back in and sit with all her children
inanimate, petrified forever
A little boy named howard, everybody knows one of
those guys in school who kills everything he
finds,
Every little cat, every mouse, every dog, likes
to burn his sister with cigarettes
Diabolical schemes, everything has been
conspired, the doors wired
That’s ’cause those south americans tied him up
in a chair,
He was doing that dope deal, he never got over
that
You’re just made of words, you’re just made of
sounds
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