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Atari Girl on a broken string
Claims faulty wiring, but I see straight through
Those boysenberry clouds you drew
Around a painted velvet frown
And ice cream colored skies
As you dance neon lights with pin-prick precision
And oatmeal eyes.

There's nothing new about this version
Of a talisman, a chain
So sick of waltzing in the rain
Down a plane ticket red light melted gumdrop lane
But you can bet your bottom dollar to your father
I'll be there to catch your breath
As you slip into your death
I'd strangle you if the devil didn't have
Something better coming next.

O but he does!
An institution for your loved ones!
For all the hearts that you fucked up!
A coffin for the bodies
Of your unborn daughters and sons!

My darling, who could ask for more?
Everyone is a whore.

Atari Girl is still dangling by her lips
From a useless soap star's licorice-flavored camel's mane, and slowly,
Between sips of poisoned Beaujalais
And the tips of her rotten fingers
She grabs hold of darker souls
Who taste the abyss she tangos to.

But I know you. Inside and out.
I've licked every single cavity
Inside your perfect mouth.
I said I know you. Sideways and down.
I've been to every single sideshow.
I've played every single clown.
You bitch, I know you.
I know your scent and your sounds.
I've broken bottles on the muzzles
Of every dog in this godforsaken town.
But I don't know you.
Not then, not ever, not now.
May Bacchus weep a river 'til you drown.

O and he will!
We'll catch dolls in the river
From our second story windowsill!
We'll eat black hearts until you've had your fill!
We'll murder millions of your babies
With a million different pills!

My darling, who could ask for more?
You're the Queen of the Cabaret Whores.

On an Atari screen made of ocean floors,
Beating down our unlocked doors.
Sucking off dogs down on all fours.
Leaking bloody milk to feed the dreamers' spores.

Dance until your clothes come off.
You are the Queen of the Cabaret Whores.

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from Ohio Sessions (EP 04 - April), released April 28, 2010
Backup Vocals by Holly Griffin and Anna Bachelor.
Additional bass by Tony Stewart.

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The music all culminates in The Town Monster's crushing live show, an electro bath of sensory overload. It finds out what happens when noise becomes symphony. ... more

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