Minds blind
Empty eyes
Blank tonques ablaze
No names
Breathe in dreams
Stand in line, cracked smiles
Life to life colliders
The strangeness of the strangers
Second hand teenagers
Face to face they face
A chemical race
Minds blind
Empty eyes
Blank tonques ablaze
No names
Breathe in dreams
Stand in line, cracked smiles
And Marilyn Monroe's not home
So I sit alone with the video
And Tokyo Rose is on the phone
Dressed to kill
Minds blind
Empty eyes
Blank tonques ablaze
No names
Breathe in dreams
Stand in line, cracked smiles
-Nice age-
Her toys are broken boys
Lined heart to heart at her door
Each a burnt-out kiss of her lips
A measure of her pleasure
She's at a nice age
Ripe age Ready to be killed by the thrill
She's at a nice age
Ripe age Ready to be killed by the thrill
The child In her smile Is cracked
Her innocence smashed
There's nothing left of her party dress
The bow in her hair Isn't there
She's at a nice age
Ripe age Ready to be killed by the thrill
She's at a nice age
Ripe age Ready to be killed by the thrill
Through the prisons of perfume
Alone with her cheekbones
Counting lovers she has known
In the secrets of her room
Her toys are broken boys
Lined heart to heart at her door
Each a burnt-out kiss of her lips
A measure of her pleasure
She's at a nice age
Ripe age Ready to be killed by the thrill
She's at a nice age
Ripe age Ready to be killed by the thrill
She's at a nice age
Ripe age Ready to be killed by the thrill
She's at a nice age
Ripe age Ready to be killed by the thrill
She's at a nice age
Ripe age Ready to be killed by the thrill
She's at a nice age
Ripe age Ready to be killed by the thrill
She's at a nice age
Ripe age Ready to be killed by the thrill