You sleep you won’t dream
You lay down it won’t be for rest
You pull yourself together
At the hands of others
The hands of others
Let them disassemble you
Like a model plane in reverse,
Dropping vital parts behind the couch
Let these snake fingers rub off on you,
Leaving prints for the drunken officers…
Yet to arrive on the scene
Oh ballerina, oh ballerina
There’s danger in the ice
And will you stay to find out -
You were brought here incomplete
Don’t you know they broke the mold?
Before they were through?
‘Cause they were through with you
Oh ballerina, oh ballerina
There’s danger in the ice
And will you stay to find out -
Let them go for the eyes
And all the sweetest soft spots combined
Oh ballerina, oh ballerina
Let these snake fingers rub off on you
The curtain falls
(It’s only drapery anyway)
Dust diva
Rundown, low rent, no time for elite, my friend
Junkyard skin, it peels off, won’t let light in
Rust-covered nails in a soapbox grave
Dust diva
Oh ballerina…
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