From "Down the Wrong Pipe"
I am a child
Dressed as a mirror ball
Hung in a darkroom
I stare
At screens (on the concourse)
That take x-rays of handbags
I see
The sinister hearts within
My throwaway girlfriends
As they roll
Roll through the scanner
I didn't know
My chewing gum was a bomb
My glasses shot x-rays
A pure oblivious master spy
Encoded at birth
And my life,
An unknowing series of
Reconnaissance missions
For the shared
Female agenda
So, the sewing circle kills again
Oh, another victim quilted in
So generous
So damn congenial now
So generous
So damn congenial now
You left a bike
Chained to a stop sign in
This town that you moved from
I sit
And commiserate with it
In fettered rejection
For we
Can never be saved and we
Can never be stolen
Oh, never be stolen
So, the sewing circle kills again
Oh, another victim quilted in
So generous
So damn congenial now
So generous
So damn congenial now
Watch yourself
Brace yourself
Push yourself
But pace yourself
If you faced yourself
Youd shoot yourself
Fine
Suit yourself
We 're all sleeping in the crosshairs anyway
You can't afford what Betsy Ross wears anyway
We 're all sleeping in the crosshairs anyway
You can't afford this
The sewing circle kills again
The sewing circle kills again
So generous
So damn congenial now
The sewing circle kills again
So generous
So damn congenial now
The sewing circle kills again
(Lauren London - vocals)
Copyright 2005 Zach London