There's a girl with a ghost
surreptitiously sewn into the seam
of her dress, and it's been causing
distress, this apparition smells like
death. Though the boys stop and
stare they're instinctively aware of
her aura they detest and adore her,
though none could find the courage
to say "how do".
And she wants the whole world to
love her the perfect dress from a
tailor in hell would serve her best.
There's a boy across the town with
a terrible hound in the basement
with a facial replacement because
one day that dreaded dog got out.
Now he lives on his own an
agoraphobic in his home he's a
martyr, though he longs for an
answer, he reads old books he is a
voyeur he watches the world go by.
And he only wants to be normal, he
wrote a note to himself and he
burned it and he tried to forget.
Now if the bovs had their way she'd
be deflowered in a day so they
chase her, they don't know why but
they hate her, she runs downstairs
to the basement of a big old house.
She hears a sound in the darkness
and so she knows she's not alone
there's something waiting in side...
As the boy descends the stairs he
is nervous and ensnared by the
silence, his senses scream
violence, in the gloom there's a
ghost of a girl what else could it be.
as he backs to door feet scraping
on the floor he is shaking inside he
is aching to run but instead he's
reaching out for the light
It floods the room and it's blinding
his eyes readjust and he sees he's
alone in the room and he's left with
a Brand New Suit
surreptitiously sewn into the seam
of her dress, and it's been causing
distress, this apparition smells like
death. Though the boys stop and
stare they're instinctively aware of
her aura they detest and adore her,
though none could find the courage
to say "how do".
And she wants the whole world to
love her the perfect dress from a
tailor in hell would serve her best.
There's a boy across the town with
a terrible hound in the basement
with a facial replacement because
one day that dreaded dog got out.
Now he lives on his own an
agoraphobic in his home he's a
martyr, though he longs for an
answer, he reads old books he is a
voyeur he watches the world go by.
And he only wants to be normal, he
wrote a note to himself and he
burned it and he tried to forget.
Now if the bovs had their way she'd
be deflowered in a day so they
chase her, they don't know why but
they hate her, she runs downstairs
to the basement of a big old house.
She hears a sound in the darkness
and so she knows she's not alone
there's something waiting in side...
As the boy descends the stairs he
is nervous and ensnared by the
silence, his senses scream
violence, in the gloom there's a
ghost of a girl what else could it be.
as he backs to door feet scraping
on the floor he is shaking inside he
is aching to run but instead he's
reaching out for the light
It floods the room and it's blinding
his eyes readjust and he sees he's
alone in the room and he's left with
a Brand New Suit