She likes to cut herself 
until she doesn't recognize, her face in the mirror 
she's walking evidence 
as the scene of the crime, she sees hollow and 
belligerent witness 

You belong right here baby, sitting in the electric chair 
we'll flip the switches that take you to your burning home 
a haunted castle of brimstone 
I know you got a deathwish honey [bad word] like a broken bone 
shot from a cannon, gliding on the dancefloor 
smelling of menthols and coppertone 

Heartbreak in the whites of your eyes 
with pupils bleeding as you cry 
sirens scream at the moonlight 
because the wolf is on the loose tonight 

Everyone's trying to live forever 
but you've got your own agenda 
thats what I like about you 
you might not be here tomorrow 

Through the champagne glass your face looks like a violent mime 
behind the prison bars your last meal is a bitter pill 
one foot in the grave and your head inside the lions mouth 
time keeps on ticking they keep on laughing at you, laughing at you