RIP Queen of the Night
Hold your breath til you turn blue
Glue your hands together to pray, play, roll clay, pay
For more mistakes, all the sentimental value that you waste mixing paste seasonly to taste--
Murder in a menagerie
Mime stares down the road
And cries out loud the ventriloquist dummy
Sixty-nine miles per hour on said undead
Highway to Hell...99 bottles of beer on the wall;
Oh well!
Sometimes I miss the clatter of glass in the trash
Barking mad for anyone to share their stash
Wishing on each fallen-out eyelash.
I won't crash letting off the gas
I'll cause a better lie to tell
Just give up and yell at me
I missed a connection and I could've used Protection. Guys don't prefer brunettes yet?
I'm such a dumb cunt, blood holy shunt into
His foul mouth. Nevermind that I'm sick.
Seventeen years dirty from sobriety
Locked into the left lane and dead end jobs
Sweep the mopped floor again and feel my hate
Lame luck lights on high, sleep elusive; be reclusive
Shame on me for having ever tried.
I can't run and hide from my guilty care
Not looking in the mirror while I dye my hair
Nor cry again cause life's not fair!
Saintly smile, killing an urge
La lluvia let me come back to life
Ahh that's good I'm being real now.
It can't rain forever sayeth the Tao.
"Beats me with a wet stick" as to how or why
Your actions speak my words silently thanks to
Social suicide. And I don't mind if you do as I do
It's the way I get by which you'll always see through.