As you lie there on your bed   Beneath the face of Louise Brooks   With your makeup and your teddy bear   And your C.S. Lewis books      Bad seed   You're a bad seed      You're a decadent in chrysalis   Waiting sleepily to emerge   When you'll visit every seedy need   Of your random obsessive urge      All the ruses that you use   All the food that you refuse   All the dust and tired air that feeds Interior Lulus   All the poisoned attitudes   And the lust for the unknown   And the second best that devils use   To make this world their own   Interior Lulu, Interior Lulu, Interior Lulu      Every rainy day by e-mail   As you lie there on your bed   Another virtual page arrives   There will be times when you remember me      Of the chapters you'll be writing   As the voices echo in your head   In the book called wasted lives   As you read Henry and Anais      All the lost weekends and booze   All the finger-and-thumb screws   All the sleepless worn out blues that bruise Interior Lulus   Interior Lulu, Interior Lulu, Interior Lulu      Use the anger   Paint a picture of it   Throw the colors   Use the pain, use the pain      Scream back a brand new emotion   As it runs across the skin   Fire across paper   Burn and curl, burn and curl      You thought you couldn't feel like this   But it's happening again and you're waking up in pain   Tattooed in that private place   Microsoft and tears intimately pierced      Discovering and remembering   You felt like this somewhere before   Stirrin' up the bed of the river   Somewhere you don't like to go      You wrote this down so many times   But you get up anyway and you write it down again   You've bored us all to death with this   Well who you gonna tell   When you've nothing left to sell      She says, she's lonely   She says, she knows me   But she's a one-way street      She told me what I already know      "If you can carry it out you can take it away   If you can carry it out you can take it away   If you can buy it, it can be bought   If you can buy it, it can be stolen   If you can break it, it's already broken   It's already broken, it's already broken"      Lately, I can stand to hear other people talking   So many empty conversations   What a waste of lips      Lately I can stand to stand on Primrose Hill   Look down upon the city   A heart pumping the roads   In our racing stripes   We rejoice at being connected   Without touching, thank God for the internet      We stare at our screens all our lives   What a waste of eyes   'Till the electrical storm blows our fuses   And we gaze, dumbfounded, at the rain      All the trust and tired care   Left to rust and go nowhere   All this gold beneath my skin   Sparklin' like sin somewhere within   In so deep, in so deep, in so deep   That I can't sleep for these Interior Lulu   These Interior Lulu, these Interior Lulu lu lu lu lu lus