ive tried dolls that were guaranteed sixteen or under none were very exciting
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sorta like a laugh track or whacking off they¡¯ll get you off but it¡¯s just not the real thing
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its been decades since my pit days
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but i haven't shaken it - i sit there like an idiot
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still rapped up in the old punk protocol
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and dreaming that the teenagers'll think that i¡¯m a radical
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and i still wait for the bus to come where the high school got torn down
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still expecting to find true love among the skateboarders hanging out
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in back of the bank in my hometown
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all this talk and no action¡¯s got me stiff from the tit to the bone oh
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so im living in lala land - but at least im not living at home
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same old catcalls, the same old chemicals
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same old thrills stealing stockings from the shopping mall
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its easy enough to grow the fuck up happy with the rough cut
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nobody's in here looking for a diamond in the rough but
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i still wait for my mom to come and pick me up at holly¡¯s house
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10 years after they cashed it in to make a multi-level parking lot for a seven-eleven and burger king
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i¡¯ve got cryptographs i¡¯ve got all the phones tapped
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It's proof enough it was indisputable
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love¡¯s not good enough i want photographs
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something that will teach me my arithmetic at last..
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better get your kids out- i¡¯m on the loose again
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and getting more ridiculous the more i think i ought to get my mind out of the gutter
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"it¡¯s getting dangerous, amanda- you are old enough to be the poor kids--"
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my own private highway from the cradle to the grave
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i save a bundle skipping middle age and saturdays
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and i still wait for the cops to come where the station since burned down
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still expecting they¡¯ll pick me up for all the sins i committed in the back of the banged-up pickup truck
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i¡¯ve got autographs, backstage passes and leather jacket back patches up the...
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ask me anything i¡¯ve want evidence
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single serving saccharine packets dripping black with lipstick kisses
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i still wait for the bus to come back where the high school got torn down
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still expecting to find true love among the skateboarders hanging out
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in back of the bank in my home-
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i¡¯m no pederast just out of interest
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thank you ,but i¡¯m capable of getting up and getting dressed
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love¡¯s not good enough i want photographs
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something that will teach me common sense
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time and time again
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i think ill dye my hair again
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oh god
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sixteen
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no, i¡¯m ten
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i¡¯m seventeen
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and a bank of boston beauty queen....
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Bank of Boston Beauty Queen
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