We're tired, tired; we set those twin cars ablaze Stole the pacified sunsets sold to housebroken maids Drink in static aplomb, regurgitate those rival antiques And ride the vulture's tattered beak, caress the alley cat's nape Celebrate your great nights, go on and wear that low-cut shirt Then douse yourself in kerosene, shake and rattle 'til your bones come clean! God bless my red blood, it narrates my frenetic dance through life Now! Make love to the barrel of a Beretta! A faux pas, ignites the mare's mane. I'm the mare with the blazing mane, Choking on the embers of the beau monde aflame I'm the dead fox with the diamond throat, Howling at the hazel sea with a sickening glow Ephemeral hiss of mayhem and consequence The rewired works of a clever society Gargantuan pyre fashioned for my exploding limbs My talent for arson and crime goes unappreciated Now smile, smile; revel in this serenity The city's asleep and holds passion for injury We wake it with dazzling violence, leave calling cards of arsonists Champagne in our throats, illuminate our rivals' homes "Put another socialite into a canine frenzy that will last for days!" A faux pas, ignites the mare's mane. I'm the mare with the blazing mane, Choking on the embers of the beau monde aflame I'm the dead fox with the diamond throat, Howling at the hazel sea with a sickening glow "Oh no! The mare's broken into our homes!" "They're unacceptable! They're like bedlamites!" They'll ambush us at the river at 2 tonight We'll shower them with napalm and steal their works of art! Your status symbols lay waste in a parking lot Grand pianos frown and pray, couture bags weep as they rot Jasmine jewelry look as good as asphault cooked in the sun Your grandmother gave you that diamond necklace, as you watch, you turn to a gun As the four hundred elite gaze with gaping jaws, Our crystal chalices clink in the air, the moon lets out a broken howl We're caught and on trial, executionist's licking his lips We await our sentence from the glassy gown, And smile as the audience kisses their fingertips
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