THE KILL Lyrics – DRESDEN DOLLS

I am an anarchist

An antichrist

An asterisk

I am an anorak

An acolyte

An accidental

I am eleven feet

Ok, eight…

Six foot three…

I fought the British and I won

I have a rocket ship

A jet fighter

A paper airplane

Ja ja ja ja ja

Say what you will… I am The Kill

The only thing that keeps you really truly safe from being real

I have a tendency

To exaggerate

Just a little bit

I am a plagiarist

Apologist

A walruscokeheadlizard

I am an optimist

A closeted misogynist

I fought the British and I won

I have a wishing well a living will a magical eight ball

Ja ja ja ja ja

Say what you will – I am The Kill

The only thing that keeps you really truly safe from being real

Put pat sajak back in office

Put pat sajak back in office!!!

But the sun still sets on you

And the retarded party nobody came to but you

And so you drink to all the emptiness until you wake up

And there’s hell to pay again

And the punch lines point at you

And all the comebacks in the world are in your head

And you can’t say them until everybody leaves

And it’s just you and your imaginary friends…

via THE KILL Lyrics – DRESDEN DOLLS.

Dresden Dolls, The – Night Reconnaissance Lyrics

Nothing is crueller than children who come from good homes

Gotta forgive them, I guess, but whose side are you on?

Driving around my hometown, I remember it all

Dropping my lunchbox and tampax all over the hall

And they said…

You are a socialist cokehead, we know from your clothes

You are a Satanist worshiper, oh, that’s evil

You think you’re poet, a folksinger, ???

A volleyball player?! you’ve got to be kidding us all

So we hide from the cunts

On a night reconnaissance

Steal flamingos and gnomes

From the dark side of the lawn

No one can stop us

The script is a work of genius

No one has bought the rights yet but

We’re not giving up

Every unwanted lawn jockey fits in the script

Directed by Spielberg and starring the masochist club

Marion looked like hell

Stuck in that ridicules shell

Give us some light and god’s pure love

We know what you’ve been dreaming of

Give us some light and god’s pure love

We know what you’ve been dreaming of

Give us some light and god’s pure love

We know what you’ve been dreaming of

We’re taking you to Hollywood

Hollywood

And we hide from the cunts

On a night reconnaissance

Steal flamingos and gnomes

From the dark side of the lawn

One is a socialist cock-head they dressed in my clothes

One is a Satanist worshipping who’s evil

One is a poet who starts up a band of his own

One is a volleyball player with both of her wrists broke

And we hide from the cunts

On a night reconnaissance

Steal flamingos girls and gnomes

From the dark side of the lawn

And we give them good homes

Give them love they’ve never known

In the loft, in the lawn,

In the town where I was born

In the loft, in the bar,

In the town where I was born

via Dresden Dolls, The – Night Reconnaissance Lyrics.

my alcoholic friends

This has been stuck in my head all day!!!!!!

I love this song too!!!!!!

my alcoholic friends

I’m counting back
the number of the steps
it took for me to get
back on the wagon of the weekend

I’ll use the autotimer to prove that
I got home with my imagination
if they find the body in the basement
“in the very house that she was raised in!”

I’m taking down
the number of the Times
so when we get the sign
from god I’ll be the first to call them

I’m taking back the number of the beast
cause 6 is not a pretty number
8 or 3 are definitely better
a is for the address on the letter
to my alcoholic friends

I’m trying hard
not to be ashamed
not to know the name
of who is waking up beside me
or the date, the season or the city
but at least the ceilings very pretty
and if you are holding it against me

I’ll be on my best behavior
taking shots for mother nature
once my fist is in the cupboard
love is never falling over

should I choose a noble occupation
if I did I’d only show up late and
sick and they would stare at me with hatred
plus my only natural talent’s wasted on my alcoholic friends
my alcoholic friend

copyright 2005 amanda palmer

coin operated boy

I have really been digging this song the last week or so… i know its old always liked it but it has been in my head

coin operated boy

coin operated boy
sitting on the shelf he is just a toy
but i turn him on and he comes to life
automatic joy
that is why i want a coin operated boy

made of plastic and elastic
he is rugged and long-lasting
who could ever ever ask for more
love without complications galore

coin operated boy
all the other real ones that i destroy
cannot hold a candle to my new boy and i’ll
never let him go and i’ll never be alone
not with my coin operated boy……

this bridge was written to make you feel smitten
with my sad picture of girl getting bitterer
can you extract me from my plastic fantasy
i didnt think so but im still convincible
will you persist even after i kiss you
goodbye for the last time
will you keep on trying to prove it?
i’m dying to lose it…
i’m losing my confidence…
i want it
i want you
i want a coin operated boy.

and if i had a star to wish on
for my life i cant imagine
any flesh and blood could be his match
i can even take him in the bath

coin operated boy
he may not be real experienced with girls
but i know he feels like a boy should feel
isnt that the point that is why i want a
coin operated boy
with his pretty coin operated voice
saying that he loves me that hes thinking of me
straight and to the point
that is why i want
a coin operated boy.