Modern Girl (... With Scissors)

On the light of the loom*
They are ready to go
She's energy acting in the end
He was something himself
But the seeds gotten dry somehow
There's no such thing as grim
Weather I am
You have to trust me I know
As I said I must take a stand
A week later to want to die
This is a honest disease
For wish there is never a cure
And this is what she believes
On the ambiance steps
When they eat next to a bar
Like an ordinary citizen
Dead up in the chunk of a car
Only she don't know now
She just gets tired
She's runaway
Down in the bottom is the top
As I drain in my radio
Something Smart
Something I can't feel to close
This is a honest disease
For wish there is never a cure
And this is what she believes
And when the city gets rough
She gets into a balloon
Hanging out with the stars
Hanging out with it
All that's used is beauty now
All that's used is beauty