As you lie there on your bed
Beneath the face of Louise Brooks With your makeup and your
teddy bear And your C.S. Lewis books Bad seed You're a
bad seed
You're a decadent in chrysalis Waiting sleepily to emerge
When you'll visit every seedy need Of your random obsessive
urge
All the ruses that you use All the food that you refuse
All the dust and tired air that feeds Interior Lulus All the
poisoned attitudes And the lust for the unknown And the
second best that devils use To make this world their own
Interior Lulu Interior Lulu
Every rainy day by e-mail As you lie there on your
bed Another virtual page arrives There will be times when you
remember me Of the chapters you'll be writing As the voices
echo in your head In the book called wasted lives As you read
Henry and Anais
All the lost weekends and booze All the finger-and-thumb
screws All the sleepless worn out blues that bruise Interior
Lulus Interior Lulu Interior Lulu
Use the anger Paint a picture of it Throw the colours
Use the pain, use the pain
Scream back a brand new emotion As it runs across the skin
Fire across paper Burn and curl, burn and curl
You thought you couldn't feel like this But it's happening
again and you're waking up in pain Tattooed in that private
place Microsoft and tears Intimately pierced
Discovering and remembering You felt like this somewhere
before Stirrin' up the bed of the river Somewhere you don't
like to go
You wrote this down so many times But you get up anyway and
you write it down again You've bored us all to death with this
Well who you gonna tell When you've nothing left to sell
She says she's lonely She says she knows me But she's a
one-way street
She told me what I already know
"If you can carry it out you can take it away If you can carry
it out you can take it away If you can buy it, it can be bought
If you can buy it, it can be stolen If you can break it
It's already broken"
Lately, I can stand to hear other people talking So many empty
conversations What a waste of lips
Lately I can stand to stand on Primrose Hill Look down upon
the city A heart pumping the roads
In our racing stripes We rejoice at being
"connected" Without touching Thank god for the internet
We stare at our screens All our lives What a waste of
eyes 'Till the electrical storm blows our fuses And we gaze,
dumbfounded, at the rain
All the trust and tired care Left to rust and go nowhere
All this gold beneath my skin Sparklin' like sin somewhere
within In so deep In so deep that I can't sleep for these
interior Lu lu lu lu lus
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