PRETTY TOYS
With every hurled stone that is cast
I walk one step closer to becoming broken
With every coming sunset I manage to outlast
Ahead lies a sunrise by which I may not be awoken
With every cigarette I smoke
I see another small sign of cancer
With every question that I ask
I find I come closer to the answer
As I look within your empty eyes
You create a new fantasy to fill the void
You play some music to cover your sighs
and fill your room with all those pretty toys...
Hey rich girl...Throw the keys to your Mercedes down to me
You'll have to leave it all behind if you really want to be free
I look at my hands they're all beaten and torn
Sometimes you must get dirty if you want to be reborn
Hey rich girl... tell me what did you see when you traveled the world?
Did you do all you were told like daddy's good little girl?
Come away with me and maybe I'll write you a song
I've come here to teach you that everything they taught you was wrong...
Hey rich girl... Just what makes you think
Father always knows best?
Sure you've found some answers but you still must take the test
With every hurled stone that you cast
You walk one step closer to becoming broken
With every coming sunset you manage to outlast
Ahead lies a sunrise by which you may not be awoken
With every cigarette you smoke
You see another small sign of cancer
With every question that you ask
You come much closer to the answer
Look within your empty eyes
A new fantasy to fill the void?
Play some music to cover your sighs
Fill your room with more pretty toys...
Pretty toys…Pretty toys…Pretty toys