Bazooka Mirror
Major Parkinson; Sylvia Massy
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Girl, meet me in the disco
We can trim our branches
Entangled from the gallows of cellophane bricks
Laughing in the smog
While looking at the traumatized
Ballistic prima donna
In the corner with a stick
Girl, be careful what you wish for
You don't know what you give until it's gone
And when it's gone you'll never get it back again
Just because you're faithful
Doesn't make you square or righteous
It's just a matter of perception
The man's looking at me
With a degenerated facial presence
Shoulders wide, looking for a ride
He's sliding through the crowd with a cynical laugh
Automobiles and scattered heels
Hide behind the wheel, Miss Daisy
Everyone looks so, everyone looks so good
A moaning Casanova in the back seat
Of a choking convertible
A rolling dice between two thighs
A naked couple riding their cello man
The war, the war, it has begun
I feel like dancing, jumping, have some fun
We are the overnight collectables
And now it's time to feed the prey
I've got my girl, she's a star, she plays piano
Dead to the bone, she's alone and got no places to go
If that's me in five years, I'll blow my head off
But I'm not like her at all, I've still got places to go
Girl, meet me in the disco
We can trim our branches
Entangled from the gallows of cellophane bricks (Yeah)
Standing in the smog (Pssh)
While looking at the traumatized
Ballistic prima donna
In the corner with a stick (Stick)
She's in the corner with a stick
She's in the corner with a stick
She's in the corner with a stick
She's in the corner with a stick