Went for a walk in my wireless world
Fell down from the pyrex smell
Beautiful sirens float and swirl
It's a white teeth day in my blue sky world
Found God in my crunchy puffs
Dropped him over the fence
Cleaning my tears with candy floss
I'm a brain child now me and fear are friends
Young folks hang from the viroscope
Flip flop under fire
Terrormites feed on my garbage ghosts
Let the sandman come for my final dose
Left my home with a quiver
Down the road to my baby's arms
All my hopes in a ribbon
All my dreams in a bow
She's my dynamo
Wonder if she knows
Buster Birch and his Powder boys
Duffed me up with their Powder toys
Told the girls I was trouble
Wouldn't even let me play
Took my love to the movies
Took my love away
Sixteen tombs and a butchers knife
Teach those boys what it feels like
To be dead and buried
Deep within the ground
To be lost in the woods
Never to be found...
The ghosts obscene
Seep through my TV screen
Under a blanket
Under a blanket
Under your skin
My guilty soul
Played out on video
Buried in soda
Buried in soda
Buried in cream
If I changed my clothes
Like the TV shows
Would you love me then?
If I rose the ranks
If I owned the world
Would you love me then?
If I stole the light
Out of every life
If I sold my soul
Would you love me then?
All the smirking burger jerks
All the funfair fireworks
All the soapbox soda smarts
With their wise crack facts
That cut straight to your heart
It's never gonna change
It's always been the same
Bigger boys, steal your toys
Then make you feel ashamed
It's never gonna change
All the blood-dipped eager teeth
All the pinstripe Prada priests
All the fishnet sleazy freaks
With their eyes in the Bible
+ their bank books underneath
You might as well just quit
There ain't no fixing it
The world rewards the greedy hordes
+ leaves you in the shit
You might as well just quit
Oh God I'm sorry
Come down + save me
The world has claimed me
For it's own
Take me home
It's in my bones
I'm a fraud
Just another of the greedy hordes
I don't think I've made it
I don't think I've made it yet
Walking down the street
The people that you meet
Never know you want it
If you don't speak
The people that you meet don't know it
No, the people that you meet don't show it
Anymore
No I don't think I've made it
All my little fears
And all my little tears
Nothing's really changed much
In all these years
I'm still holding on to the bottle
I'm still holding on to the life that I once dreamed
How I wish someone could see
The life in me
All I want is to see you one last time
All I want is to see you baby
All I want is to be with you baby
One last time
But I don't think I've made it
No I don't think I've made it
Yet....
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