Geraldine

I come from a place where every name and every face seem so familiar

In came Miss

Progress in her black dress, look at the mess, she is a killer

Much like you and

I in every case that's made there has to be a traitor

It's me this time and

I'm trading fun for right, will

I regret the notion later?

Geraldine's the name that comes to mind when

I go back to reminiscing

Abilene's the woman for my childhood

I spent the evenings kissing

I'm a fool for dreaming her alive and loving something cold and rocky

The homophobic gentlemen build barricades but their efforts couldn't stop me

In came Miss

Progress in her black dress, look at the mess, she is a killer

In came Miss

Progress in her black dress, look at the mess, she is a killer

In came Miss

Progress in her black dress, look at the mess, she is a killer