Followin' the queue And take your hat off The emptiness in you Innate fake drama Beautiful girl, you got a hole in your heart Sitting pretty till the world tore apart You were the Son Of Sam No one cares or even understands Lift your hands in praise And eat your answers Dragged by all your curls Happy dead laughter Beautiful girl, you got a hole in your heart Sitting pretty till the world tore apart You were the Son Of Sam No one cares or even understands at all The end of the line, the beat and the hum You look so pretty in the light of the night The only joy, the sound of her lung Beautiful girl, you got a hole in your heart Sitting pretty till the world tore apart You were the Son Of Sam No one cares of even understands Beautiful girl, you got a hole in your heart Sitting pretty till the world tore apart You were the Son Of Sam No one cares or even understands Beautiful girl, you got a hole in your heart Sitting pretty till the world tore apart You were the Son Of Sam No one cares or even understands