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'Till then.

If heaven's for clean people, it's vacant

Dancing in the desert, blowing up the sunshine.

I did a horrible thing to that girl I bred my misery and drowned it in her And she got me high And I hardly noticed there were tears in her eyes And I miss you less and less everyday This stream of whisky's helped to wash you away And it's clear to see You're nothing special You're a skeleton key

Do you remember how it was when you bled? When you loved and burned in those flames that you've kept Because Vesta's long been sleeping And now you've come to accept That your anatomy defines more than a few  Of the gaping holes in our social fabric and it defines More than a few one night stands, more than a few prison bars melted in, melted in, melted into wedding bands We've made you all the peasants and we've made ourselves the kings Our queens are still subordinate as an angel without wings We make it easy to belong which means it's easy to be wrong "Put some plastic in your tits, and you'd look better as a blonde" I remember when you were hopeful And you never thought your life would be lived inside a coffin with a moral sacrifice and a million social obligations,  Labels and expectations when you were young and modern seventeen in vogue and vague pursuit of a cosmopolitan dream So when you bled on the bed as you fed those expectations as a whore and not a human You embraced with hesitation the very parameters of all you can be Not a mother, not an aunt, not a sister who's not subdued Because dignity's not physical and your flesh means more than you Your flesh means more than you;  Your flesh means more than you; Your flesh means more than I know we'll wake up one day with a gun to the back of our brains You'll be asking for your rib and I'll smile and call you brave Maybe someday when - when this bloody skull has dried I'll know our city is in ruins when the greatest source of pride is a monument of dicks and ribs and gender crowns we wore Where underneath, a plaque will read,  A plaque will read: "No woman is a whore" Maybe someday when - when this bloody skull has dried I'll know our city is in ruins when the greatest source of pride is a monument of dicks and ribs and gender crowns we wore Where underneath, a plaque will read,  A plaque will read...

All in the time you went There's someone that left This one will know how far I live on