In the secret flicks
In grainy midnights
Might find yourself a friend
In the beginning or the middle
But mostly just the end
It's a cock-eyed caravan
It's a tiny flea circus
The crabs even know a trick
And all the clowns in this clown car wreck
Wear blood red indelible lipstick
Kill time, See a movie
Delivered the last rent check
Lookin so pasty and pale
After killing time in the old vault
Killing time in jail
Silent sin emerges
Through a back door
In a haunted old pawn shop
Lights are dimmed on the jungle gyms, mannequin limbs and hyms to her
The orchids don't look good
And the humans are horrified
By signs of human traits
They need exotic consultance
But they're too fashionably late
Normal Love
They made their mistake when they let you live
And the only friends left
Were only around because
They weren't through with you yet
Well this aint so short
And it aint so sweet
(Aint so sweet)
This aint so short
(Aint so short)
And it aint complete
'Cause could it be?
(could it be?)
They all got in the way
(We all got in the way)
So you pushed them away
Well did they get in the way of you getting away with your own murder?
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