DollHouse On Fire

Hey, Lady, you’ll never be one of us

 You left your soul on a company bus

 Driving off of humanity’s cliff

 You’re scratching your predatorial itch.

 Such a big shot,

 Queen of Nothing.

 Oh, such a big shot in your kitten boots

 Pretend to cover up all your tattoos

 If you had street cred once kiss it goodbye

 Nothing romantic crossing picket lines.

 Think you play chess it’s a fixed slot machine

 You think you’ve won everyone’s Big Girl Dream

 But you can’t take the small town mind out of the girl

 Give her a title and watch her twirl.

 Demean, degrade — make sure we know

 That you are above and we are below

 Don’t say we are family

 Don't say we are teams

 I light the match and throw it at your feet.

 When you wake up in the middle of the night

 Sweating bullets cuz you’re in such a fright

 Everyone knows you’re a liar

 Dollhouse on fire.