Take off your right hand   'Cause you don't use it a lot   In dreams you're so scared   But so what?   At the wrecking ball      Your eyes were open   You had them flown in at birth   Your skin is hempen   And tre's dearth   Erecting a movie star      I saw you there   You had your lover so fair in your heart   Arrived in really bloody make-up and scarf   I caught your breath   You are the flower sewn into the bar   But what we're trying hard to make is a stem   It's self sale art      Take off your right hand   'Cause you don't use it a lot   Your dreams are so scant   But so what?   You're a pecking doll      Who red lips the Coolliard's "Joshua"   Who just missed the Murder Car dopey dance   From baby to baby to motel bar playbacks      Saw you there   You had your lover, a feather, in arm   Berated kisses in the wake of the smarm   Just bobbing there   Your partner spilled up the stairs to the bar   Which is a really small estate on a farm      Well don't you care?   I saw you there   With your blue-blonde hair   Your lipstick stare