Lyrics
Roller-balled in culture wars
More like roadkill now all those furs you've dressed up in
And that little black number's ripped and stained from where you cloyed your lips with loathing
Grubby skin sticking to your clothes aggravates the bruising
Now she needs a wash and scrub with soap and water
What she gets is head-shaved and the fire and lime
Disown the suspicion and the fear and sadness
It's the stink of men that left the flies on Venus
Disown the suspicion and the fear and sadness
It's the stink of men that left the flies on Venus
Now she needs a wash and scrub with soap and water
What she gets is head-shaved and the fire and lime
Beauty worse than wasted shattered cracked and shredded
Nothing like a prototype to sentence to the curse of a lifetime
Famished in the plenty by a sick-thought secret
Waited on with jealousy to bitter ends
Someone led the massacre in dangerous memories
Now it's something desperate not to make a sound again
Now she needs a wash and scrub with soap and water
What she gets is head-shaved and the fire and lime
Disown the suspicion and the fear and sadness
It's the stink of men that left the flies on Venus
Take a little just another add a touch
Round it off with a top up and sinking down now over again
Take a little just another add a touch
Round it off with a top up and sinking down now over again
Take a little just another add a touch
Round it off with a top up and sinking down now over again