Stumbling from the alleyway walking a vulture, or is

that vulture walking you? Mumbling for a driver for your

toothless limousine, holding that diamond leash like

the sabertooth queen. Gurgling for a chariot to the twi-

light ball, to get back you'll have to crawl. Smile big 

now through that kaleidoscope cut, blush blush blush

to earn that crush.



You're married to the Vultures.



Back at home you just want to be alone but pick up the

phone cause I'm listening to every word you say! I'm

in your vultures beak as he turns his head to speak, he

says "now oh teen ruby queen, give us a scream! Do

you know the difference between a memory and fog?

and do you know the difference between a laugh and a

sob? Cause for all your charms and graces you're no

Hollywood starlet you're just a fuck film harlot. When

you said eternal life what you meant was eternal head

and now all your suitors wish you were dead. You know

there's nothing like a breath of fresh air, or tentacles in

your hair, or the dead stare of a sagging skull!



You're married married married to the vultures baby.



So polish that poison snatch, you know it ain't gonna

last much longer.