I wonder where you are
In your crystal chandelier--
For chandelier dreams are rapid
Do you love me enough to fall apart?
For I am the little girl
Who bought you at the liquor store
Someday you will thank me
When you get famous,
For famous dreams are only for the weak
And weakened souls crush in sole delight
The war on drugs is rapid;
Come on, cocaine Barbie
What do you wish to do?
Do you wish to sell your soul to the masses?
One can only dream of this moment
When all crashes down on your face
And I am that little girl
Who dreams of Barbie dolls
Bleeding from their souls on the insides
And screaming for bloody murder
When all is said and done;
Plastic body parts equal massive popularity
Yet is Barbie an endangered species?
And what happened to that little girl at the liquor store
Who drank herself to death?
For I feel your plastic hands consoling me
Dead Barbie, dead Barbie
Do you know I\'m not alive?
Eager roses have no sympathy for me--
Wrap me around in your lipstick
And call me a bitch,
For I know your desires are rapid
And where is my childhood?
Is it down the drain?
I see my mother as a prostitute
Praying to Jesus for a recovery;
Her plastic head is made of Satan
And her lips cannot move to speak--
God help us all,
For she is about to drown
And the broken crime scene is Rated R
Such erotic thoughts drain Barbie\'s mind--
Dead Barbie, dead Barbie
Where is your babbling Ken?
For his body parts are not yet mature
For you need a man that can cover your body
When it\'s time to go to war--
For the war of the roses are bloody
Let go of those plastic hands
And become a woman of your own
For your life has been all a blur
For you are not a woman, you\'re a doll
Dressed in death itself.