Shadow box with perfect sound   Pick up the blue, follow through   A cinematic experience   From the gut I ask you   Who's the blackest of them all?   And is he 65 or not at all?      Pixie Jane   Still comes through   Works for money   Gives to you      And I can tell the clothes she wears   Her laughs are punk rock insecurity   Is she a Belly or a reject   By her own design or need?   Design or need?      Never real   Always true   More than sure   To see you through      And there's a game we like to play   It seems to me explains away   The need to shoot an arrow at some angel face   We all refuse to see      Hey there little Lucifer   Your matchbook burns, your friends all call you   By your second name, that's it!   A new identity   Now reason   Drugs   Drugs