Peroxide Side
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Can you still hear me?
Am I coming through just fine?
I spy through the spirit of curiosity
All the scandals of the famed monstrosity
I doubt it, then I pry and I insinuate
If a failure is great, then it tends to fascinate
A tornado dropped a funnel cloud with twenty tons of rain
Though she had the attention span of warm cellophane
Her letters felt like skittles in a ten-pin bowling lane
But nothing could compare with that explosion of fame
So you jump back with alarm
Every Elvis has his army, every rattlesnake his charm
Can you still hear me? Am I coming through just fine?
Your memory was buried in this simple box of mine
Revolving like a jeweled figure on a music box
A spangled curtain parted and a nightclub scene unlocks
Pin vixen fastened in a follow spot
Arms thrown out to everyone, she's given all she's got
To the last dash of a wounded standing on
A tiny man is clawing to the ceiling fan with stolen feeling
Amplified up through the busted speaker
Blaring, blasting, advertising, distorting beyond reason
Into the street where pensive grand-coat shadow panic drunkards
Hop out of a taxi cab, the father sees my album
He thought I was another lonely, likely pilgrim
Looking for some fair moon
So an artist tries to toothbrush what's the first thing that he sees
And names the painting Christ identified in the purgatory
Receiving secret messages from an alien intelligence
And paying off his stalker is a legitimate expense
So pace up, pace out those shrill and hollow girls with puckered lips
She's a trophy on your arm, a magnet for your money clip
The moral of this story is a sorry tale to say
That pins with links and chains so they can never run away
Didn't you know I am the suicide?
Didn't you know I am the suicide?
Didn't you know I am the suicide?