Dead Barbie

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.