The Dresden Dolls

to moonn6pence from shootingstar(papayeverte)




I’m counting back
the number of the steps
it took for me to get
back on the wagon of the weekend

I’ll use the autotimer to prove that
I got home with my imagination
if they find the body in the basement
“in the very house that she was raised in!”

I’m taking down
the number of the Times
so when we get the sign
from god I’ll be the first to call them
to moonn6pence from shootingstar(papayeverte)
I’m taking back the number of the beast
cause 6 is not a pretty number
8 or 3 are definitely better
a is for the address on the letter
to my alcoholic friends

I’m trying hard
not to be ashamed
not to know the name
of who is waking up beside me
or the date, the season or the city
but at least the ceilings very pretty
and if you are holding it against me

I’ll be on my best behavior
taking shots for mother nature
once my fist is in the cupboard
love is never falling over

should I choose a noble occupation
if I did I’d only show up late and
sick and they would stare at me with hatred
plus my only natural talent’s wasted on my alcoholic friends
my alcoholic friend

to moonn6pence from shootingstar(papayeverte)



Let’s get lost
Fingers crossed
It is an ordinary evening
I am broadcasting are you receiving

Sick sick sound
All fall down
It is a necessary evil
Just like highway gas stations and people

I remember golden days when all this was a mystery
And you could write a letter then or god forbid come visit me
And if you find yourself without me
Can you find yourself without me
Can you find yourself without me
Can you find your self without me
to moonn6pence from shootingstar(papayeverte)
Hi i'm fine
You are saying nothing but your tongue is getting blacker all the time
It is a measurable feeling
Seven on a scale from dead to breathing
I've connected speakers to my suitors at the discotheques
And they don't know the difference
Are they men or are they memorex?
And if you find yourself without me
If you find yourself without me
C'mon find yourself without me
C'mon c'mon c'mon
And take your listerine, listerine

I remember golden days when all this was a mystery
And you could write a letter then or god forbid come visit me
I remember golden days when all this was a mystery
And you could write a letter then or god forbid come visit me

And if you find yourself without me
If you find yourself without me
C'mon find yourself without me
C'mon c'mon c'mon
And take your listerine, listerine, listerine

to moonn6pence from shootingstar(papayeverte)




So you don't want to hear about my good song?
And you don't want to hear about how I am getting on
With all the things that I can get done
The sun is in the sky and I am by my lonesome

So you don't want to hear about my good day?
You have better things to do than to hear me say

God it's been a lovely day
Everything's been going my way
I took out the trash today
And I'm on fire

So you don't want to hear about my good friends?
You don't have the guts to take the truth or consequence
Success is in the eye of the beholder
And it's looking even better over your cold shoulder

I'm not suggesting you get to line me up for questioning
But Jesus think about the bridges you are burning
And I'm betting that even though you knew it from the start
You'd rather be a bitch than be an ordinary broken heart

So go ahead and talk about your bad day
I want all the details of the pain and misery
That you are inflicting on the others
I consider them my sisters and I want their numbers

God it's been a lovely day
Everything's been going my way
I took up croquet today
And I'm on fire

I picked up the pieces of my broken ego
I have finally made my peace as far as you and me go
But I'd love to have you up to see the place
I'd like to do more than survive, I'd like to rub it in your face

Hey it's been a lovely day
Everything's been going my way
I had so much fun today
And I'm on fire

God it's been a lovely day
Everything's been going my way
Ever since you went away
Hey, I'm on fire
so you don't wanna hear about my good day

Now the war is over Mussolini's dead
he wants to go to heaven with a crown upon his head
the lord says no, hes got to stay below
all dressed up, and nowhere to go!

to moonn6pence from shootingstar(papayeverte)



I've been driving around town
With my head spinning around
Everywhere I look I see
Your '96 Jeep Cherokee

You're a bully and a clown
You made me cry and put me down
After all that I've been through
You'd think I'd hate the sight of you

But with every jeep I see
My broken heart still skips a beat
I guess it's just my stupid luck
That all of Boston drives
The same black f**king truck

It could be him
Or am I tripping
and I'm crashing into everything
And thinking about
Skipping town awhile
Wuntil these cars go out of style

I try to see it in reverse
It makes the situation hundreds of times worse
When I wonder if it makes you want to cry
Every time you see a light blue Volvo driving by

So don't tell me if you're off to see the world
I know you won't get very far
But don't tell me if you get another girl, baby
Just tell me if you get another car

The number of them is insane
Every exit's an ex-boyfriend memory lane
Every major street's a minor heart attack
I see a red jeep and I want to paint it black

It could be him
Or am I tripping
And I'm crashing
Into everything
I can't wait 'til you trade the d**n thing in
By then they will have put me in the loony bin
to moonn6pence from shootingstar(papayeverte)
It could be him
My heart is pounding
It's just no use
I'm surrounded
But one day I'll steal your car and switch the gears
And drive that Cherokee right off the trail of tears