Pop Song

You’ve got the money and the heartache
And the rest just turns to dust before I get to you
And I always do
I never forget you
Little Wondergirl

You’ve got a hand up in the window
Like the baseball bat lying next to your bed
To protect yourself
Oh but its such a joke
A silly dream
My, my, my, my, my, my

Your body is a board
A rusty bag of nails
Lying by the sea

Your skin is slipping off
The seaweed and urchins
Feed on your bones

Your body is a board
A rusty bag of nails
Lying by the sea

Your skin is slipping off
The seaweed and urchins
Feed on your bones

You’ve got some big plans for your nice house
And some good friends you’ve got
A lot to live for
You even have health insurance
Oh what a bore
You could have so much more

You’ve got your head looked out the window
Through the curtains like I couldn’t see you
But of course I do
I never forget you
I’m your only friend
My, my, my, my, my, my

Your body is a world
As deep as it gets
Laying by the sea

Your skin is slipping on
The seaweed and urchins
Bleeding on your clothes