The Club
You look like a vaudeville show gone awry
And I can't find you beneath the mask of your last act
You talk and you talk
But you're not even listening
To the whips and the daggers spilling out of your mouth
But it's your parents liquor that really drips from your lips
Just one more sip
Just one more sip
And now they've got you higher
Than those platform heels you kicked off
When you started getting busy
With the boy across the dance floor
Does he even know your name?
But you let him slip the dress down off your shoulders
And now the secret's out
Victoria’s no longer the holder
You keep playing their little game but sooner or later
Somebody's gotta win
And baby let me tell you
It's gonna be them
They tell you to look perfect and they tell you not to think
Be the stupid, sexy pin-up girl
Who doesn't mind a drink
Now sign along the dotted line
To see how we have fun
Don't mind all that fine print down there
That's it, you've joined the club
They suck you in
They suck you down
Let you slide further and further away
Until the "you" that was stamped to the stars between your eyes
Has slunk back into your skin
Back beneath your bones
Back under your organs
Until it is hidden so deep that you can't remember where you put it
When you wake up at 3 AM
With the circus and the symphony pounding in your head
Was it all worth it?
Does the club really matter
When you’re dead?