Pretty Girls

Blood bought on the fair ground
 What was lost is not found and no one cares
 Poison slow and painful
 To cause necrosis of the heart and the soul.
 Something tells me you are crazy
 Your girl's living in a maze,
 She sets off flares on her lost island
 Wonders when you'll feel the burn.
 And that's where all the Pretty Girls have gone
 Gone where every girl in every century goes,
 Yes that's the high all the Pretty Girls are on
 Drinking down corrosives as they wallow in
 The lust of men in devil's clothes,
 No one claims to know.
 The life-lines are all wasted
 Upon corpses and killers and no on shows
 Panic for the children
 Who are lost out in a sea where evil flows,
 And Goya's painted faces
 Kissing angels that trade Heaven in for Hell,
 Peace is bought through bleeding
 It's the cheapest and the slowest way to go.
 Something tells me you are crazy
 Your girl's living in a maze
 She sets off flares on her lost island
 Wonders when you'll feel the burn.
 And that's where all the Pretty Girls have gone
 Gone where every girl in every century goes,
 Yes that's the high all the Pretty Girls are on
 Drinking down corrosives as they wallow in
 The lust of men in devil's clothes.
 No one claims to notice.