oh me oh my 
get out of your 1950's fantasy, 
your face shines with misery 
transparently 
spew out that sobering 
half-assed victim rhetoric 
make 'em all squirm 
while they chew on it 
it's a secret handshake 
and a passing wink of the eye 
as the witches bridge club weekly 
meets to pen the tail on the sly 
but they never ask 
"why oh why don't we raise our voices to the sky?" 
instead you're mute 
and fawn just waiting to die 
like some kind of hopeless housewife 
but you can change while you're alive 
and let 'em all know 
at least you tried to kill the demons inside 
oh me oh my 
damn your transcendental paralysis, 
we can work together 
and make sense of this 
don't be so sure 
you can chuck it all away 
you've got to proceed 
no matter how bad you want to stay 
it's a natural cause 
and a comfort zone 
there in your head 
and the world turns away 
as you tap the snooze button in bed 
but nobody can hear a word you said 
your history was never read 
instead you're mute 
and fawn just waiting to die 
like some kind of hopeless housewife 
but you can change while you're alive 
and let 'em all know 
at least you tried to kill the demons inside 
 
 
[Thanks to  piperbunny@occultmail.com  for these lyrics]