Freak Parade

Freak Parade

Rose Bowl time with flashy glitzy English smiles
On the freak parade with cameramen hidden
Ready to take a most embarrassing picture
As she enjoys this ha ha moment
Securing her victim like an overzealous octopus
Using a flesh-based lock and key
But her makeup is perfect for a front cover
Soon we shall be in the tabloids
While I yearn again to rub my face on the carpet
To match my mood of sour-lemon Renaissance
Shouting experimental phrases all a-gaga
But she keeps grooving in synchronization
Prolonging my deconstruction by holding me together
An artist in need of a warden
No one chooses my side of the story
Her career is intact for all the talk shows
I wish I was neurotic enough to scream
So I could pretend not to enjoy the festivities