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My Dark Life

My Dark Life

She says nobody wants to believe,
You're the same as everyone.
What makes me unique? My Dark Life.

There was a kink in the world,
Sent that statue tumbling,
An invitation east.
So we could watch it all crumbling.

She came on, like a light, and so softly she spoke.
"You don't know, you don't know about, my dark life".
And you think, you're a guest, you're a tourist at best.
Peering into the corners of my dark life.
Now that you tear your dreams, from consumptive ballerinas.
She'll stand on tiptoe for you in her gray and tattered tutu.
She stays where she is 'cause of voyeurs like these,
With an accusative look that says,"My dark life".

Robber men await you there in each beguiling alley,
To shake you and to pierce you there and remind you of,
My dark life.

Enter the pious elite, in their preening finery,
And bang the tambourine.
They're dining on rice paper scenery.
See how the villain attracts envious glances from everyone.
She's waitressing by day.
It doesn't bring in much money now.

And the strong concealed arms set off bells and alarms,
In the strangest locations of My dark life.
But the fantasy slipped as he tipped her in cigarettes.
She tries to smile very graciously when she wants to kill him.
Now the victory is sweet you get down on your knees.
It's the perfect position for kissing western leather.

So they came from ugly Texas, and from nameless Tennessee.
From peculiar Missouri and from places closer to me.
All the cream of heartless England, cheered the carnival is over.
There are remnants of red army bandsmen played
America, the beautiful.
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My Dark Life

Released
December 1997
Label
Warner Bros

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