Machine Girl
GOATMEAL
"Do you ever fantasize about being killed?"

Life is a parade, masquerade, a charade, hiding in the shade
Waiting to get paid or to get laid, whichever one comes first
And the thirst is unquenchable

I got on the road, I was told I’d get old if I didn’t take a break
From the city of staying up late, up late
But it's great when you find a mate

But your mate might leave you, deceive you
Now suddenly you're evil
This isn’t the real you, or is it?
'Cause I could never see you

Behind the cold glass, no more answers
Raised your hand in the back of the class
But the drawings on the desk came up to my chest
In the stress from the throbbing happening under my dress

And I think I fell in love, or I just fell down, look around
Suddenly all the grass is brown, I don’t make a sound
But I’m trying to be happy, looking for a clown

With my hand in a bag of Mickey D’s
Lick the salt from the greasy plastic spoon
And the moon used to be made of cheese
In the land of make believe
Where I didn’t walk around
With a blade in my sleeve
But even then, I play pretend
That all the boys making noise
Wouldn’t make me cry, and I’d wanna die
And even now, somehow
I still get so queasy, from how it’d be so easy
Or was it? But fuck it
'Cause nice and sleazy does it

I love it, I can’t get enough of it
How was it? Delicious
But now he sleeps with fishes

I'm vicious, make every wrong decision
I'm back at the beginning
I'm winning, I’m lying
I’m just tired of trying

I’m just tired of trying
I’m just tired of trying
I’m just tired of trying
I’m just tired of trying
I’m just tired of trying
I’m just tired of trying
I’m just tired of trying
I’m just tired of trying