What was she for Halloween? 

The ugliest girl you've ever seen 

Someday she will die alone 



What was she for Valentine's? 

An old forgotten concubine 

Someday she will die for no one 



She seems to me to know 

All that glitters is sour 

All the lies in her place 

Jesus saves 

Old age 

Old age 

Old age 



It's okay to kill your idols 

Just pretend you have no rivals 

We all know that she is friendless 



Spits at mirrors; it's not an issue 

Just remove the hateful tissues 

We all know her rage is endless 



She seems to me to know 

All that glitters is sour 

All the lies in her place 

Jesus saves 

Old age 

Old age 

Old age 

Old age 



And then she begs and she says "Pretty please? 

I'll make her pure again; I'll make her clean" 



No one knows she's Hester Prynne 

Someone please tell Anne Boleyn 

Chokers are back in again 



Someday she won't have to fake it 

Living will itself seem sacred 

Someday she will just refuse 



She seems to me to know 

All that glitters is sour 

All the lies in her place 

Jesus saves 

Old age 

Old age 

Old age 

Jesus saves 

Old age 



(Rest in pieces) I'm sorry 

(Me in pieces) So sorry 

(Rest in pieces) I'm sorry 

(Me in pieces) So sorry