Lyrics:

She was born in an oil-drum South side of
Chicago
When East St. Louis was not far away.
She'd lace knives to her boots and go down to
the riverbed
Skate around and around till the night became
day.
The cannery fellows would follow her
everywhere
From the grocery store to the B.Q.E.
With their hearts all aglow from her icy
back-at-you stare.
When her teeth became tight when her eyes
couldn't see.
And she told herself that this was enough.
For a girl who was born in an oil-drum
She had her skates didn't need lots of stuff.
She didn't need it but she still wanted some.
She had one thing that she liked and she kept
around
She would take it with her to the riverbed.
As she skated around she always thought of a
pretty sound
That she heard as a girl in her mother's bed.
The sound of some breathing another breath in
and out
When some lungs expand and contract like they
do.
And she looked at herself in the ice of the
riverbed and
She saw a girl one which she could see
through.
Rasputina Rusty The Skatemaker