Inamorata
she learned to shake it young, she learned to change
into a specimen so rare and strange
she's living on approval and caffeine
we champion disease
we champion disease
we champion disease
we canonize disease
we canonize disease
we canonize disease
and so you love her, is that right?
she's got a train of men to haul her things
she's got an eye for jewels, but she wears no rings
she's on a poster, and in your fantasies
we fetishize disease
we fetishize disease
we fetishize disease
we monetize disease
we monetize disease
we monetize disease
you fuckin' love her, is that right?
again
again
again
the idea outweighs the real
again
again
again
the idea outweighs the real
never questioning the way you feel
The Dolls
maybe it's an attitude
and not at all to do with you
but I get tired of this feeling
where is all my PMA?
I've got only shitty things to say
I get lonely, I'm not dealing very well
I'm calling on the founders, they all kept both feet held down
I'm calling on the founders, to make me better than I am, better than I feel
can't support you if you can't support yourself
can't be next to you if you're up on the shelf
that's where they keep the dolls
(come on down)
don't be one of the dolls
(come on down)
come on down with me, let's put the writing on the walls
there's a pattern of repeat
in every one of us I meet
I see us asking for permission
we have something to reclaim
an image and a sort of name
it wasn't 1955 last time I checked
I'm calling on the founders, they spoke solution, not just blame
I'm calling on the founders, to make me bigger than I am, bigger than a gender or the game
self-supporting means we take care of ourselves
I'm on your side, but I'm asking for the help
of any former dolls
(come on down)
don't be one of the dolls
(come on down)
you're not a fucking doll
(come on down)
come on down with me, let's change the writing on the walls
Jean Dark
no upset, no process
just burn her in her dress
(what did she say?
her words gave progress way?)
"She kept her pants on
She kept her pants on!"
you killed the messenger
you killed the avatar
you blamed it all on her
is that the way we are
are we different now?
heresy and menswear
just sit down, and stay there
(what did she do?
nothing to you?)
"We want her pants gone
We want her PANTS GONE!"
we kill the messengers
we kill the avatars
we blame-shift all the hurt
it's just the way we are
can you hear me now?
blue jean baby got the dark wash ending
culture and fashion, the credit's still pending
thanks for the pardon, but now "martyr" is a bad word
thanks for the pardon, but now "martyr" is a bad word
blue jean baby got the dark wash ending
culture and fashion, the credit's still pending
thanks for the pardon, but now "martyr" is a bad word
thanks for the pardon, but now "martyr" is a bad word
A-T-T-A-C-K
as I accept responsibility
I see my own kind's instability
(weaker, weaker)
we have been raised as prime competitors
"if you knock her down, you'll take what's rightly hers"
("beat her, beat her")
if we're the problem, I'm embarrassed to the core
how have we wasted all the work that came before?
what did we learn?
A-T-T-A-C-K, that's ATTACK
A-T-T-A-C-K, that's ATTACK
the scars are back . . .
how can regression be the truth?
and smug self-loathing at the root?
we're wasting our turn - THIS IS OUR TURN!
if we're the problem, I'm embarrassed to the core
I don't want to waste all of the work that came before
time to unlearn:
A-T-T-A-C-K, that's ATTACK
A-T-T-A-C-K, that's ATTACK
the scars are back . . .
this is the masonry of thought
bedrock and bricks of what we're taught
this is the masonry of thought
bedrock and bricks are sold and bought
Original Injury
it's broken, but I can walk
here's hoping the wound won't talk
sometimes when it rains
or someone kicks me down
I'm rendered somewhat lame
but the pain is not from now
it's the original injury
(she walks on)
I look like everyone else
but I'm bleeding into myself
sometimes when alone
the ache is so profound
the fracture in the bone
informs how I feel now
it's the original injury
(she walks on)
its part of our conditioning, to blame the outside
it's time for a reckoning; we act from what we hide
its part of our conditioning, to blame the outside
it's time for a reckoning; we act from what we hide
sometimes I can run
and make it for a while
before my limb goes numb
but I always reconcile with
the original injury
Short-Short Vendors of America
I've got a bone to pick
it's with the short-short vendors of America
it's true
I have an unmet wish
that we could all wear pants and have the wherewithal to choose
choose better
this is a lullaby for my expectations
this is a wave goodbye to a well-clad nation
this is a lullaby for my expectations
this is a wave goodbye
in 1961
there might have been a movement tied to what we wore
like freedom
but let me tell you what
back then they also gave each other some support, and we don't (we don't, we don't)
they did better
this is a lullaby for my expectations
this is a wave goodbye to a well-clad nation
this is a lullaby for my expectations
this is a wave goodbye
. . . unless you live in Key West
and you don't live in Key West
nobody lives in Key West
we all live everywhere else
we have to do much better
this is a lullaby for my expectations
this is a wave goodbye to a well-clad nation
this is a lullaby for my expectations
this is a wave goodbye
