Interior Lulu

As you lie there on your bed
 Beneath the face of Louise Brooks
 With your makeup and your teddy bear
 And your C.S. Lewis books
 Bad seed
 You're a bad seed
 You're a decadent in chrysalis
 Waiting sleepily to emerge
 When you'll visit every seedy need
 Of your random obsessive urge
 All the ruses that you use
 All the food that you refuse
 All the dust and tired air that feeds Interior Lulus
 All the poisoned attitudes
 And the lust for the unknown
 And the second best that devils use
 To make this world their own
 Interior Lulu
 Interior Lulu
 Every rainy day by e-mail
 As you lie there on your bed
 Another virtual page arrives
 There will be times when you remember me
 Of the chapters you'll be writing
 As the voices echo in your head
 In the book called wasted lives
 As you read Henry and Anais
 All the lost weekends and booze
 All the finger-and-thumb screws
 All the sleepless worn out blues that bruise Interior Lulus
 Interior Lulu
 Interior Lulu
 Use the anger
 Paint a picture of it
 Throw the colours
 Use the pain, use the pain
 Scream back a brand new emotion
 As it runs across the skin
 Fire across paper
 Burn and curl, burn and curl
 You thought you couldn't feel like this
 But it's happening again and you're waking up in pain
 Tattooed in that private place
 Microsoft and tears
 Intimately pierced
 Discovering and remembering
 You felt like this somewhere before
 Stirrin' up the bed of the river
 Somewhere you don't like to go
 You wrote this down so many times
 But you get up anyway and you write it down again
 You've bored us all to death with this
 Well who you gonna tell
 When you've nothing left to sell
 She says she's lonely
 She says she knows me
 But she's a one-way street
 She told me what I already know
 "If you can carry it out you can take it away
 If you can carry it out you can take it away
 If you can buy it, it can be bought
 If you can buy it, it can be stolen
 If you can break it
 It's already broken"
 Lately, I can stand to hear other people talking
 So many empty conversations
 What a waste of lips
 Lately I can stand to stand on Primrose Hill
 Look down upon the city
 A heart pumping the roads
 In our racing stripes
 We rejoice at being "connected"
 Without touching
 Thank god for the internet
 We stare at our screens
 All our lives
 What a waste of eyes
 'Till the electrical storm blows our fuses
 And we gaze, dumbfounded, at the rain
 All the trust and tired care
 Left to rust and go nowhere
 All this gold beneath my skin
 Sparklin' like sin somewhere within
 In so deep
 In so deep that
 I can't sleep for these interior Lu lu lu lu lus