Television taught me to talk
Now I don't know how to walk
Unless I'm in high heels

Fed a pop culture diet
I don't know why,
But I think you should try it

Cruising around
In a Chevrolet limousine
Flicking through
The pages of a magazine

Silver screen beauty queen
Cult classic with a classic colt
Shooting up in the pictures
Truth and fiction in the lyrical mixtures

Televised script gone viral
High roller girl in an upward spiral
It's a glamorous soundtrack life
With a soulless soundtrack laugh

Television has all the appeal
So now I don't know how to feel
Nothing feels real
Because I don't know
What real is beyond the reel

I'm just another empty head
With a mouth that can talk
And eyes that can read
And legs that can walk

I ain't got nobody
Nobody but me
I look out to the faces
They don't look
Back to me

It's lonely
And I'm shaking at the knees
Look at the bright side
I tell myself
Through clenched teeth

A naive mantra keeps me going
Treat others
How you want to be treated
But it doesn't seem to work
But I try anyway

I'm an idiot
That's all I am
Behind the thinking
That you think
I'm doing

I turn off the lights
And the fluorescent bar above me
Slowly dims like drowsy eyelids
As the darkness takes over
With tightly drawn curtains
And my brain turns on

**** the future
The present has me tense
The past is post present
Today is tomorrow
And yesterday is yesterday

I'm in the business of misery
And business is good
Lying, crying eyes
And eyeing crying lies

Death and life
Life and death
Eternity in a wooden case
A final home

Unless
You give me some coin
And give me some qi
That's when eternity
Can become piety
Borne of forgiving alms

It's a sin
It's a beautiful evil
To bring back one's love
Back from behind The Veil

Sweet nightmares
And terrifying dreams
Rest well
Without rapture

With the singing of my song,
And the swing of staff,
The chant of my scriptures,
And my daemon in tow,
We can wish you
The very best

Because my business
Is your business
And your misery
Is my money

But it's worth every penny
I have a satisfaction guarantee
Just close your eyes
And hold your breath,
Then awake in something
Better than life
And stolen from death

Jack The Stripper
On the pole
Going down
To that hole
Lingerie ****** killer
It's a ****** paperback thriller