Elle Milano Katsuki & The Stilettoed Stranger
Skin stretched into a school girl pout
Flashing at the busses, Lambrini in the bushes
All change…
The kids are so quiet, almost like they know,
Something’s got to happen,
Something’s got to change,
All change…
You never used to get paralytic
Well maybe I should get paralytic
And she asks herself why our lives just come and go?
(This art is kinetic…)
And are we ever gonna get a voice of our own?
Skin stretched into a school girl pout
Hand bags getting smaller, pagers out to dinner
How strange…
Tastes like the waste of the Marlboro factory burning
down,
Well noone’s getting younger,
Check how black your lungs are,
Now change…
You never used to get paralytic
Well maybe I should get paralytic
And she asks herself why our lives just come and go?
(This art is kinetic…)
And are we ever gonna get a voice of our own?
Don’t check your hair in her eyes or she will never
glow…
(This art is kinetic…)
And are we ever gonna get a voice of our own?
(This art is pathetic…)
Next time you see me I’ll be,
Running my fingers
Over the bar
Of my credit card
Lullabies fell from my eyes
And formed a lake in the cash register’s underbite.
