Walking into Hell, I think I might be sick
Made a mistake now I’m paying for it
I just wanted to make my father proud
Dear god, can’t you hear my prayers now?
Look at me: I am now a mean girl
I am just like all of them
Call me a catcher in the rye
Daydreaming of countless ways to die
I’m a loser, I’m an heiress
Nobody sees me for what I truly am
Second thoughts are destroying my future
Turning the page but the words are missing
I’ve got to go I know my place now
she pollutes the sky with her american dreams
a real beauty queen bred only to succeed
sleeps with every guy just to bleed her cult dry
in an ivory tower built on the backs of the laborers
but god forbid you call her out for she is the false
idol of a generation
billionaire barbie rules the news with sparkling
propaganda
while children in a distant land lose the light in
their eyes
staring at a popcorn ceiling in the heavens above i
wonder
how does she sleep at night?
The Panic in Needle Park (1971)