Laura Laura canary 
Laura Laura quite contrary 
It's an evil world your fighting against 
I love you, but I'm no better than the rest 

Laura, the dogs are out to [bad word] you 
They're careless howling behind garbage 
They're little boys inside sheeps' clothing 
While inside you is the fire of a wolf 

Laura inside the ghost machine 
All the nice robots will turn mean 
They clap their hands at paper agony 
But they're faint of heart for the real thing 

Laura, from a Brooklyn family dying 
The worm in your throat is rising 
While your friends regard more newsworthy fat 
To mock about, to laugh about, to cry about 

Laura, the world is sweating 
Just another man sweating while he's cumming 
Laura, the blue mountains wait for you 
While we sting our eyes on our dust 

While we sting our eyes on our dust 
While we sting our eyes on our dust 

Laura inside the ghost machine 
All the nice robots will turn mean 
They clap their hands at paper agony 
But they're faint of heart for the real thing 

Laura inside the ghost machine 
All the nice robots will turn mean 
They clap their hands at paper agony 
But they're faint of heart for the real thing