The stars are alive tonight.
A beautiful sky tonight.
He'll draw the curtains tight.
He's here, he's here.
She's not alone tonight,
this and every night.
The devil man inhales her soul,
and so it goes.
You'd think after 23 years
she could rest her fears but
this is not a dream
and he is the ugly thing we've
known about. We know about.
But we never called it out.
Eventually
she flew away to NYC
where she could breath more easily.
Selling herself for fodder on the streets.
And still the devil man clings,
Screaming, "What about me?"
Screaming, "What about me?"
Screaming, "What about me?"
Screaming, "What about me?"
These days she calls me all strung low
with everyone's favorite disease.
In-between the screaming, the beatings...
she's as happy as can be.
She's as happy as can be.
Or so she tells me.
Or so she tells me.
Or so she tells me.
Or so she tells me.
Right. Right.
Isn't that right?
Right. Right.
Isn't that right?
A beautiful sky tonight.
He'll draw the curtains tight.
He's here, he's here.
She's not alone tonight,
this and every night.
The devil man inhales her soul,
and so it goes.
You'd think after 23 years
she could rest her fears but
this is not a dream
and he is the ugly thing we've
known about. We know about.
But we never called it out.
Eventually
she flew away to NYC
where she could breath more easily.
Selling herself for fodder on the streets.
And still the devil man clings,
Screaming, "What about me?"
Screaming, "What about me?"
Screaming, "What about me?"
Screaming, "What about me?"
These days she calls me all strung low
with everyone's favorite disease.
In-between the screaming, the beatings...
she's as happy as can be.
She's as happy as can be.
Or so she tells me.
Or so she tells me.
Or so she tells me.
Or so she tells me.
Right. Right.
Isn't that right?
Right. Right.
Isn't that right?