throw your cheek, doppelgangers
2003-06-03 @ 7:10 p.m.
a little boy walks home from school carrying a red notebook . looking back for a second, he drops the notebook and watches as his papers scatter all over the road . he scurries around trying to catch them all before the wind blows them into the highway, then after a while just throws his hands up and stands still right in the middle of the road . a man in a pickup truck drives right over the papers, and a woman in a red sports bra walks by without giving the slightest glance . as if giving up, the little boy stomps on his ruined papers and runs away .
apathy : lack of feeling or emotion ; impassiveness ; indifference . it must be nice to be able to see something like that and not think twice about it . i imagine the woman in the red sports bra was thinking something like, "poor kid . well i probably could help him, but . it might take time out of my busy routine . oh well, i'll just pretend i don't see him ."
i went to the park with my little sister today . we walked to the top of this big hill overlooking a lake, & i told her how we used to go there for picnics when i was her age with our dog sammy . she showed me where she thought his footprints were and kept saying she missed him . then she sang "my mokey" to me . kids are really depressing, i swear .
"watch my lips as they move . are they not striking up close .. pull away from me, what shall you see ?" i want the new marilyn manson cd .. and to jump from a diving board into a vat of warm, rising bread dough .
marilyn manson . doll-dagga buzz-buzz ziggety-zag
doll-dagga buzz-buzz ziggety-zag
got my grotesque burlesque drag
doll-dagga buzz-buzz ziggety-zag
got my grotesque burlesque drag
all the goose step girlies with the cursive faces
we know it's all braile beneath their skirts
a bulletproof biz-op and swing heil
i don't really care what gentlemen prefer
say all you pindown girls with bonafied ballers
so manically depressed and manically dressed
we got a venus not in furs but in uniforms
if you're not dancing, then you're dead
doll-dagga buzz-buzz ziggety-zag
got my grotesque burlesque drag
doll-dagga buzz-buzz ziggety-zag
got my grotesque burlesque drag
all the thug rock kids are playing
all the punk got angels saying
tell all the rest of them we don't even know
go! go! go! doppelgangers!
you're one of us! you're one of us!
go! go! go!
throw your cheek, doppelgangers
you're one of us!
trouble now junkies ain't silver tongued
marching down the stairway to substance
cocangels and asses give me opium masses
tell your church-born preachers
we'll fill up your glasses
doll-dagga buzz-buzz ziggety-zag
got my grotesque burlesque drag
doll-dagga buzz-buzz ziggety-zag
got my grotesque burlesque drag
you're one of us!
