Well goddamn she's a pretty little rocker
Hot nights and a bed that's harder than stone
Once the stars go to sleep
And you know that she rolls like the thunder
She's off key but at least her song is her own
This lullaby's hers to keep.
She's glorious
She doesn't have a name
In blue or brown
Somehow her eyes are all the same
She's everywhere
The music's loud, smoke fills the air
And the beer flows
That's when she knows
She's come home.
When she stands she's the queen of her kingdom
When she walks the whole world moves under her feet
Every seat is her throne
She spends smiles when she can't spend her money
She buys love and the danger makes her complete
Without regrets she wakes alone.
She's glorious
She doesn't have a name
In blue or brown
Somehow her eyes are all the same
She's everywhere
The music's loud, smoke fills the air
And the beer flows
That's when she knows
She's come home.
You can keep
All your white knights, pretty lights
Paint her picture neon and gold
You can hear
How her heart beats as she sleeps
Makes you want to give her the world
For a day
As if it could make the music stay.
Well goddamn she's a pretty little junkie--
Cold sweats and a fog that covers her eyes
Just an hour before dawn
And she knows what the toll is for breaking
She's so high but at least she followed the sun
Once before she comes undone.
Lullaby...
She's glorious
Impossible to tame
She's Icarus
And nobody's to blame
She's everywhere
And in the end when all those feathers melt away
You know what she'd want to say--
That although she fell alone
She flew on wings that were her own
And she's finally found her home.
04 June 2010
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