Lilybelle Lyrics

In the dark she is rocking,
not to records,
but to voices in her head.
Lilybelle Lilybelle Lilybelle
hot as hell.
3 am and it feels just like high noon
in her head, come to bed,
when the air cools down
I'm gonna skate away.
I'm gonna fly so far
I'm gonna kiss that star.

Get off of that trip.
Don't touch it baby.
You'll burn your pretty fingers,
you'll soil your cherry hands.
Seven thousand holes to blow through.

Scissors and paper and other sharp things
you can chew on that for awhile
you're a trained dog girl
you got house and a heart of gold
won't you try to forget
won't you let me
won't you let me
go to sleep
close your eyes shut it down
pull the plug
kill the lights shut it up
shut it up let your head
go under let your head
go under let your head go
to nothing nothing nothing nothing girl.
Get off of that trip.
Don't touch it baby.
You'll burn your pretty fingers,
you'll soil your cherry hands.
Seven thousand holes to blow through.

There are songbirds
and sweet things
where angels bare wings
and bask in the afterglow
of good deeds done by tender souls,
but I in my wretched state,
fat from years of sucking hate,

can never scrape the dirt off,
can never shake the other side.
It hides in holes behind my eyes.