Every Goodgirl (Just wants to dance)

You are chains.

That don't give a fuck

If I'm weighed down

By my love

For what's dead and gone.

Tell me, tell me

I'm supposed to be

Ok with your transient

Disposition and motivation

Watching fascinated words

Fall from your painted lips

For another while you're

Glued to his hips

With with sweat

Poured into the lust

Of your forsaken kiss.

Fuck you Rasputin.

She say's I'm bad,

Maybe even evil,

But she loves it -

Every self professed,

Saint confessed

Goodgirl just wants to dance

With the devil.

So don't protest,

Say that sin isn't beautiful,

Because the pit

May be filled with demons,

But that volcanic crown

Rests on the brow of an angel.

Fuck you Rasputin

All the little heresies

Popping up like daisies

In the not-so-white

Bed sheets that run wet

With sweat, tears and

What remains of your dignity.

Well, we're all just trying

To feel like we're still alive,

Like we did tugging along kites

Through the adolscent skies

Of cerulean youths.

I swear, swear I don't blame you

But I don't pretend, won't pretend

I don't hate you.

Fuck you Rasputin.

Where are my blue skies?

My alabaster wings and

Golden halo? My genuflections

At the throne of our grace?

Knees weeping, forehead

Pressed into the dirt,

The antechambers

Of parting skirts,

My burning brow's reflection

In the sounds of seething

At innocence seduced and

Screaming out I'll never

See the throne again.

There's no home for me

In the eaves of heaven.

Fuck you Rasputin.