What a beautiful daughter, that she wasnSo bright and blond, and full of lifenAn ambition, an audition and the will to succeed and secedenNow she dances on the skies and on the cloudsnBut she does not dance alone, no she does not dance alonenShe got hooks and strings and fingertipsnLips and provocative hipsnMade of clay but not yet firednnI’d kiss you but your paints not drynnOne more little hit and I’ll be finenSo pull yourself together darlin’nSoul for purchase aint no ordinary crimenWe all sellin’ something honeynnNow she purges, chokes on substancenWith roaches and maggots for throw-upnRubies and emeralds for thighsnNo room left for ink although nothing is tattooednA modern science masterpiece for a facenSilk-screened and bulging outnYou know the trap is set now impale yourself cause we all sellin’ somethin’nYou know the trap is set now impale yourselfnCause we all sellin’ somethin’nnI’d kiss you but your paints not dry ….nnOne more little hit and I’ll be finenSo pull yourself together darlin’nSoul for purchase ain’t no ordinary crimenWe all sellin’ something honeynnWe all sellin’ something…nthe trap is set now impale yourself cause we all sellin’ somethin’