Mr. Cool and the Bulemia Queen

What ya doin' out here, boy? Did you want to die?
Did you wanna get some, pussycat? Feel the need to fly high?
Did you wanna know here biblically? Feel the need to be cool?
You psuedo-hip city-scenster, Punkin', you're just a small fool!

In your life, there is one thing you must know;
In this dream, one can learn or just pretend to know;
You could fly; you could run; darlin', on this planet, you were one...
Oh, in this life, you're a star but it's too late...

Cause you feel so weird,
and your friends all disappeared,
and I'm fallin' slow, to the ground,
and I scream, without a sound...

Fee, Fi, Fiddley I Oh,
I see a tag on a junkies' toe;
Fee, Fi, Fiddley I E,
The Black-Tar-Junkie-Monkey-Man is me!

What ya doin' to you, girl? Did you have to know?
Did you wanna taste it, did you dear? In your afterglow?
Watch you shakin' it, blank stare blue eyes...The Bulimia Twist;
A life of pain and self loathing, baby, etched in the scar on your wrist.

In your life, there is one thing time has shown;
In this dream, one can learn or just pretend to know;
You could fly; you could run; darlin', on this planet, you were one...
Oh, in this life, you're a star but it's too late...

Cause you feel so weird,
and your friends all disappeared,
and I'm fallin' slow, to the ground,
and I scream, without a sound...

Fee, Fi, Fiddley I Oh,
I see a tag on a junkies' toe;
Fee, Fi, Fiddley I E,
The Black-Tar-Junkie-Monkey-Man is me!

Cause you feel so weird,
and your friends have all re-appeared
and I see myself, down on the ground,
and I scream without a sound.

And I Fee, Fi, Fiddley I Ay,
Guess I did a little too much today
Fee, Fi, Fiddley oh I,
At least I picked a bright, sunny day to...
 
 

Home
About Emily Rising
Lyrics
Recordings
Pictures
Upcoming Shows
Contact Emily Rising