Not What's in the Mirror
By Two Kats
The papers said he didn’t have a soul
Preying on the innocent and young
With hands like claws and eyes like coal
Just another piece of human dung
The mother of the last one that he slayed
Looked at the camera as she made her plea
I’m glad that they’re killing him today
That hollow husk of inhumanity
(chorus)
But that’s no who he sees in the mirror
That’s not what’s looking back in the glass
He sees a young boy in a sun drenched prairie
Playing with a puppy in the grass
Bit by bit the vision, it grows clearer
As the young boy takes off on the run
He steps up closer to the mirror
In the mirror he can see a mother’s son
The neighbors watch as she comes and goes
Comes back with men she takes up to her room
When they pass by they hold their nose
The smell of wine and cheap perfume
No one says hello when they pass her by
She’s just a slut, a piece of human flem
Just a cheap old tramp, always so high
A two-bit junkie’s all she is to them
But that’s not who she sees in the mirror
That’s not who’s looking back in the glass
She sees a girl in her Sunday best dress
Going with her dad to midnight mass
Bit by bit, the vision, it gets clearer
She’s daddy’s princess, momma’s perfect pearl
She steps up closer to the mirror
In the mirror she can she her mother’s girl
His classmates laugh at him as he stands
Alone as they choose up the teams to play
He just stands there looking at his hands
Last again, it’s always been that way
Nobody wants the fat boy on their side
Nobody wants the fat boy in the gym
Pig, porker, blimpie, Mr. Wide
That’s all they see when they look at him
But that’s not what he sees in the mirror
That’s not what’s looking back in the glass
He sees a young boy pouring through his textbooks
Finishing first in his third grade class
Bit by bit, the vision it grows clearer
As the temple curtain’s rent
He steps up closer to the mirror
In the mirror is a future president
Preying on the innocent and young
With hands like claws and eyes like coal
Just another piece of human dung
The mother of the last one that he slayed
Looked at the camera as she made her plea
I’m glad that they’re killing him today
That hollow husk of inhumanity
(chorus)
But that’s no who he sees in the mirror
That’s not what’s looking back in the glass
He sees a young boy in a sun drenched prairie
Playing with a puppy in the grass
Bit by bit the vision, it grows clearer
As the young boy takes off on the run
He steps up closer to the mirror
In the mirror he can see a mother’s son
The neighbors watch as she comes and goes
Comes back with men she takes up to her room
When they pass by they hold their nose
The smell of wine and cheap perfume
No one says hello when they pass her by
She’s just a slut, a piece of human flem
Just a cheap old tramp, always so high
A two-bit junkie’s all she is to them
But that’s not who she sees in the mirror
That’s not who’s looking back in the glass
She sees a girl in her Sunday best dress
Going with her dad to midnight mass
Bit by bit, the vision, it gets clearer
She’s daddy’s princess, momma’s perfect pearl
She steps up closer to the mirror
In the mirror she can she her mother’s girl
His classmates laugh at him as he stands
Alone as they choose up the teams to play
He just stands there looking at his hands
Last again, it’s always been that way
Nobody wants the fat boy on their side
Nobody wants the fat boy in the gym
Pig, porker, blimpie, Mr. Wide
That’s all they see when they look at him
But that’s not what he sees in the mirror
That’s not what’s looking back in the glass
He sees a young boy pouring through his textbooks
Finishing first in his third grade class
Bit by bit, the vision it grows clearer
As the temple curtain’s rent
He steps up closer to the mirror
In the mirror is a future president
