A thousand screamers find their voice

And start to scream

We already blew the glory weed

A thousand fury don't deserve

To bring me down

(*note: it sounds like she forgot the line at first there)

That facile magic show

Can't blow away my ground

We already turned the game around

And I'm in a fog like a stupid dog

And who do you think should tell the story

Under the bed tonight?

And who did you think that shrinking violet

Would turn out to be?

Your mata mata mouth and mama lion soul

That scary face you're making at your holy Joe

We already brought the battle home

Traveling souls like us, the wicked, the carnies

We all eat up this swill,

These fucked bedtime stories

You already brought me to my knees

And I'm cheap and here like a souvenir