Stardust & Polaroids

  I was struck by lightning Walkin' down the street I was hit by something last night in my sleep It's a dead man's party Who could ask for more? Everybody's comin'; leave your body at the door Leave your body and soul at the door... Mood

  He's acting shy, looking for an answer Come on, honey, let's spend the night together Now hold on a minute before we go much further Give me a dime so I can phone my mother They catch a cab to his high-rise apartment At last, he can tell her exactly what his heart meant Mood

  Angelic, disaster Made from hell fire and tears from heaven Her eyes are so enticing Makes you feel you've been revived And your breathing for the first time When really it's all just a lie And it don't matter how hard you cry Cause you feel so alive And She's now your vice Mood

  Pumpkin spice this pussy, baby Happy halloween I don't need a costume 'Cause I'm already a freak Baby, I'm feeding And you look like meat Blood on the ceiling Pick him out my teeth Baby, I'm a butcher And this is a meat and greet Mood

  You were the hush in the broken glass The ghost in the mirror, the hymn in the ash I swear the moon leaned down to see If you were real or a dream to me And I know, I know You can be thunder, you can be sin You can pull a dead man back in I know, I know You can be shadow, you can be saint A razor edge in a black church prayer Still I see the light in the damage there Mood

  I wanna be experimental Get so fucking rich I could throw up in a rental Bitches make me sick when they act so two-dimensional I wanna be experimental I wanna die in the mosh pit Time it perfectly so I taste heaven when the beat hits It's a fantasy, baby, to be one of the misfits I wanna be experimental Mood