for my girlfriend @quite-a-gal
lyrics under cut
She looked good in the spotlight, white faced
and full 'f purity, the angel she always wanted to be
And backstage she'd blot the sweat off her face,
And fix the makeup smudged 'round her eyes from budding tears
Even after all these years
She'd pull herself out of the ink
and make herself into a queen
she'd fashioned crowns of yellowed teeth
through the crumbling halo 'neath
the spotlight beamed upon her head
and she watched the audience full of death
and sing songs no one knew
or cared about anymore
Playing in the swamp of Depression dreams
the studio's been losing money for a long time
its holding on to its last dimes
But the show must go on, the curtain still rises
even when the seats are empty
and all the people are starving
She'd pull herself out of the ink
and make herself into a queen
she'd fashioned crowns of yellowed teeth
through the crumbling halo 'neath
the spotlight beamed upon her head
and she watched the audience full of death
and sing songs no one knew
or cared about anymore









