Lyrics

When you heard the knout in the town square
It must have brought you back
To your mother's second husband
And you saw yourself on the flailing end

And you would burn your fish with your Proust
And no more cut noodles than human skin
But you were never well behaved
Enough for gymnasium

The corset shop was nothing but a job
Until your fateful day at the Sach's Cafe
Rather than build a bomb, you got turned down at the bar
Now you're the one holding the whip
Striking one of your own, but still better than most

And you would take your work with your bread
And throw water back at the detective
You read your way through a year at Blackwell
But you were never well behaved
Enough for gymnasium

After the trial you returned to Mother Earth
And found a doctor cut from the tenderloin
You boarded the Buford and sailed for disillusionment
Only returning for a mismarked grave in Forest Park

It's been a hundred years today, and a hundred dollars you refused to pay
For your clinic in New York, they still try to undo all your work
But you were never well behaved...