She climbs the tower, gun in hand
Every day at 5 pm
She has a ball she has a friend
She kills imaginary men
Kills them with her lipstick head
But she's safe from them
Cause they don't understand
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My guts fell out on top of my head
I'll live without them
I have my days for sure
But I don't count them
When everything's just right
I'll come down off my mountain
I'm out of sorts right now
By then I will have found them
Don't call me the wierd one
I watch them come and go all night
I serve them, listen to their shit
These people just aren't right
[Chorus]
Writer(s): Laura Jane Ballance, James August Wilbur, Charles S Garrison
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