Dali In December

Going once,
Going twice...
Sold!
To the masochistic device.

Chain me up,
Strip me down...
Just like you did Mary and
Jesus, bet you liked the sound.

Wish I may,
Wish I might
Have the strength...
I know you like it when I put up a fight.

Takes a stiff
Crack of the whip
To bring me to my knees,
It's that fine line, false step, that warm gun pressed on red lips.

And I didn't need anybody
To turn me around!
'Cause I am still here...

And I am still bound!

To violins!
To roulette wheels!
To screams behind the walls!
And green skies and faces painted in teal...

Oh! Just a little more!
That's all I need!
Just a little ---- longer---
We've got this flame to feed.

So,

Give me all you've got
Then take it back!
'Cause I'm just your
Sad, sad doll sitin' up on a trophy rack.

In visions,
In dreams,
I am bursting
At the seams!

Then reality
Takes hold,
And
Again I am sold.