So get yourself immersed in the culture
Because you know that you've got no future, dear
You can sing all the right words
But it's always out of time and that's why it hurts
So forget what you know and all that you knew
And all the things that they really wanted you to do
And get outside and stand in line
And live out your life dissatisfied
And oh my dear, your bones crack and your lips shake with fear
And oh my God, they say:
"Why hadn't she got herself a job"
And they say
Oh Jesus Christ, they're tearing her apart slice by slice it goes
Fucking hell, he burns your boots and your ripped jeans as well
So you've got yourself some new shoes and a new man
So now we can finally prove that you're human and you cry at
All the right scenes, tick all the boxes in their magazines
They say:
"Isn't this getting a bit too graphic for your biography or for your biopic?"
Blood will flow but it's ok
The camera pans out and fades away back over the city to where we met
You, down in the river where we'd never forget you died
Lungs filled up with oil
But at least the media caught the bad side of you, my dear
And she says:
Repeat after me
I was not a piece of your broken machine
I do not need a doctor or mechanic
I was not a symptom of your moral panic
And these bones sing hallowed like those girls who
Came before me
And they will scream like dead men
Witches burn off their flesh
A sentence you can't ignore when you're lying in your grave
A vague sense of dread so early in the
Day, but I guess they always said to you:
"You only win if you don't play again"