Super Lyrics

Listen up sweetie
We all know that you’re a beautiful girl
In this horrible world
And this suggestion of horror
The portraits on the walls

Look at their eyes
They always seem to follow

Look at their eyes
They always seem to follow me

Out of tune this tale of terror
The solemn tolling of the funeral bells
I want to know what’s going on in that
Pretty little head of yours
Where everyday’s a bone palace ballet

Biting the flesh from your finger
You know I just just can’t help myself
I wish to believe
But belief is a graveyard
May this light never see morning
As finally one will not

Maybe you’re the one that’s overrated.
Shriek and scream much too horrified
To speak

Out of tune this tale of terror
The solemn tolling of the funeral bells
I want to know what’s going on in that
Pretty little head of yours
Where everyday’s a bone palace ballet

Flowers of red begin to bloom on the
White sheets in her room
Our lifeless bodies
Lying there rotting for all of time

(sang at the same time)

This morning I woke up
I rubbed my eyes and I
Took a quick glance around the room
And saw what happened here last night
There was blood on the walls
And the sheets smelled like sweat and sex
We have narrowed it down to the butcher knife
And the mockingbird with the blood.

Out of tune this tale of terror
The solemn tolling of the funeral bells
I want to know what’s going on in that
Pretty little head of yours
Where everyday’s a bone palace ballet

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Baby you got me all wrong.
And maybe I’m not at all down and out.
I’m high and I’m in.
Don’t you know who I am.
I’m the jaded one with pop insensitivity.
When I finish struggling,
We can make our way to the dance floor and stand like strangers in an elevator
Stuck between stories.
I always find myself in the middle of your stories.
With the cameras as a witness I will suffer.
Everything I do is wrong.
But by god I do it right.

We don’t dance no no no.
We got class.
No we don’t have any fun at all.
It’s the new style and we know it.
We’re not stunning, we’re just stunned and we’re lying for a living.
Don’t you know who I am.
I’m the real thing with low-key sensibilities.
I don’t need what I’ve got half as much as everyone covets it.
If loving me is wrong, then god damn you do it right, it turns us on to turn you down.

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