Filipino girls nLip-synching Dusty Springfield songsnThe bass-bins boom all night longnI hardly knew you with the gimp mask onn nSomeone's showing polaroidsnOf some bum-fluffed cherubimnAll the ladyboys are in love with himnThat pill I took just never did kick innnNow there's sweater girls doing some choreographed '60s thingnBut I don't even remember why I even came innOutside, the night creeps like ivy up a stonennSee that Italian girl?nShe met her boyfriend on a porn movie setnHe blew his head off playing Russian roulettenThey once saw Warhol in a New York laundrettennAnd Jake the nice Canadian boynHe's the blowjob queen of MontrealnHe took a walk once bare-arsed through St. Paul'snAw, c'mon, he's just a nutjob, that's allnnNow there's a garage band onstage playing songs of sex and deathnBelched out hard and fast on stinking breathnThe singer's voice is like a blade squeaking on bonennAnd a Charles Manson lookalikenIn a black leather pork pie hatnAsks me what am I staring atnBut I dont stop to chatnnAnd your sisternSaid all these little punk bands sucknAnd gave me a Buddha for lucknThen flashed a peace sign like I gave a fucknnAnd in the gashes of cold dawn light through venetian blinds,nSnow White's on her knees before Frankenstein,nAnd I never felt so all alone