a classic love affair, our skin stripped bare laughing at our names on a frozen window pane call me pretty, call me witty but i'm getting kinda tired of going through the motions everyday call me crazy if you're getting lazy getting kinda tired of an old fashioned lover like me go on, hate me instead of asking if i was born with this black heart or if it grew in me i'm kind of a second rate prom queen clinging to my daydream outta luck and outta time and will i ever make you mine? i'll end the world now 'cause i dunno how anyone would wanna live in a polluted shit-hole like this am i cold and caring? alive and daring like romeo & juliet, like forcing on the shoe to fit it's kind of a necessary evil living a life far off from who you are holding onto ghosts and loving someone who's much too far i'm not gonna scream for you i'll let you go, you know so, rest in peace my mind, my soul i dunno where i am now and i'm running, i'm running, i'm running outta time i'm running, i'm running, i'm running outta time i'm running, i'm running, i'm running outta time oh ah and i will never make you mine a classic love affair, my skin stripped bare remembering the heat of my name on your lips you were pretty, you were witty and i'm so goddamn tired of forcing on the shoe to fit i'm kind of a second rate prom queen still clinging to my daydream fresh outta luck, outta time and would you still be mine? we can have a great adventure any time but i'm still running out of time oh, i'm running, i'm running, i'm running outta time i'm running, i'm running, i'm running outta time i'm running, i'm running, i'm running outta time oh ah oh ah would you still be mine? we can have a great adventure any time

slip into skin that isn't mine until i'm someone new look in the mirror, a face stares back asks "who are you, graverobber?" plaster on a grin with a mouth that isn't shaped like mine the colour's dull, the skin is thin, the eyes no longer shine graverobber digging up black widow's prey stealing memories from stolen lives, then steal away what if i electrify it? get the veins pumping red blood what if i start a commotion? after me, the flood what if i become a thousand people long dead what if i tower above you all and live the life you wish you led graverobber digging up a life anew making memories of dead hearts and brains and sinew what am i to do? but no one really dies, no one really dies that's all lies graverobber... slip into skin that isn't mine until i'm someone new look in the mirror, a face stares back asks "who are you?" what am i to do?

there's something in the water, there's something in the ground you say this'll be a good place to settle down but something is strange here something's not okay, dear they had a personalities, they supported women's lib well at least they thought they did she's wearing satin and lace now she's cleaning with smile on her face now oh lord, i need a helping hand something's off in disneyland women need confidantes, women need community i thought i'd found it in bobbie but all good things come to an end they went and they took my friend oh lord, i need a helping hand now she's off in disneyland i think it's robotic if i cut you will you bleed? there's something psychotic in these anachronistic simple deeds i went to the therapist, told her all about this mess but all she did was give me pills for stress i thought these women had died but now i've got thalidomide oh lord, thanks for the helping hand now i'm off in disneyland i think i'm robotic if you cut me will i bleed? no longer psychotic i'm happy performing these anachronistic simple deeds (milltown, take your milltown...) there's something in the water, there's something in the ground

i feel so used — should i have killed you when i wanted to before? should've took a chance, took a stand and walked out the door did i inherit this fire? was it passed down through a story told to you was i always this wild? or did you make me lose all sense of truth? can't you see what you've done to me? look how crazy i've become look what you turned me into — a demon did i inherit this fire? was it passed down through a story told to you was i always this wild? or did you make me lose all sense of truth? come in and see the freak locked up in its room batten the hatches as it lights its matches and burrows deeper in its tomb did you walk over my grave? i thought i felt you come in and try to ruin me all over again well isn't that just what you do? so careless and cruel now i am too did i inherit this fire? was it passed down through a story told to you was i always this wild? or did you make me lose all sense of truth? so careless and cruel

and she’s got no time in the evening she’s got her sewing, she’s got the washing, she’ll go upstairs and kiss all her children and wipe the sweat from her brow and she’s got no time by the morning she’s got her cooking, she’s got the folding, she’ll kiss her husband who’s been complaining and she prays to god for a break but god’s got no time for silly women he wishes she’d go back to her kitchen and keep collecting coupons and saving food stamps he wishes she’d be the wife he’d made her out to be but she’s got no time for whining husbands who won’t do shit, just watch while she’s cleaning she’ll stab him one day when nobody’s looking but for now she’s your common housewife she smudges her lipstick when she looks up in horror because he's right there behind her staring in the mirror and he’ll ask her for things she doesn’t want to give him and she prays to god for some peace but god’s got no time for silly women he wishes she’d pour some wine and just get drunk for an hour or two, maybe mix her drink up with turpentine he wishes she’d leave him alone and be the wife he’d made her out to be now she's throwing away her aprons and high heels wasting away the day doing what she feels now she's getting drunk on expensive sherry and having an affair with his secretary making plans she intends to keep slipping him a few pills so he'll fall asleep and won't hear her loading up the car and just driving just driving just driving and suddenly she’s got time

miss america loves dirty jeans and trash that she finds on the street i love bad girls that ride motorbikes i love the sound of college parties at night and hell tastes like "fuck you" and "everything's fine" yeah, it smells like teenage suicide and your seventeen candles shine the burning question "do i live or do i die?" and there's treasure hiding under garbage bags takes forever to go digging through the graves but i'll quickly take my clothes off and go dancing in the rain x will mark the spot that caused you this pain i'm gonna be all the archetypes in one: prom queen, straight a valedictorian, fucked up, gay ass, drunk, white trash, bourgeois, and burn the school to ash 'cause i barely remember what it was like to be young and restless and seventeen 'cause there was only ever one thing on my mind— the burning question "do i live or do i die?" and there's treasure hiding under garbage bags takes forever to go digging through the graves but i'll quickly take my clothes off and go dancing in the rain x will mark the spot that caused you this pain sick and tired, i'm nearly a hundred cry and cry over something so stupid 'cause life tastes like "fuck you" and "everything's fine" yeah, it smells like teenage suicide and my seventeen candles shine the burning question... and there's treasure hiding under garbage bags takes forever to go digging through the graves but i'll quickly take my clothes off and go dancing in the rain x will mark the spot that caused you this pain and my seventeen candles shine the burning question "do i live or do i die?"

(see GRAVEYARD SHIFT)

(see GRAVEYARD SHIFT)